Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who to do physical fitness
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria that rolled flower
A made man, good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to 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 worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your friends
Workers and brutalized
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not to damage the product

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

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I general, a world's above self
Conspicious, crime make me the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways, convenient, the Phoenix with Jane
Juggling cracks or with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to
Fiends with and snake wanna eat
at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, never worry me
to my death, mic jack conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
on our waist, cameras out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm snakes