Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, a rumor, that an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that flower
A made man, felt to be made
Turned murderer, extremely quick to
But he baked pies, and his cake would rise
his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies, would the least
the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate
He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the of your friends family
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 sword blow up a van
When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your
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 supper and screw
Yeah, watching me, next time, me
I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he
I should of known, I had a clone, see
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new
full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big
Five hundred shoe switch
Shake shake, I bake, I live in estate
That niggas over grits and steak
You might get with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above
Conspicious, crime me grab the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix Jane
cracks or playing with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the to feast
Fiends plates and snake wanna eat
at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, Priest the ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never me
Plots to my death, mic conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I around the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
Hammers on our waist, out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, will ya'll snakes