Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to the witness
In the gym is where he gained his
Boss was the pizzeria owner rolled flower
A made man, good to be made
Turned murderer, quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake would
Like his enemy, he to take dives
Allies, would the least
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would
He sort of and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your friends
Workers utilized and
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not to damage the product

Shoot his mans, stance, up in the GT, Clansman
With the sword that'll up a van
When them peoples come, blow past, mind your business
I don't nothing, they found his ho in the trash
wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch and screw fiends
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, 'niggas is trash'
Yo, how to write, beware, I pull up, he here
I should of known, I had a clone, see
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, off in a new turf
Trunk full of Siamese and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big
Five hundred game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
kill niggas over grits and steak
You might get smacked with a eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for with fake niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a above self
Conspicious, crime make me grab the off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the with Jane
Juggling cracks or with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta the beef to feast
Fiends with plates and snake eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, never worry me
Plots to my death, mic conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words that shape nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring the store
of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, armor, will harm ya'll snakes