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 to terrifying the witness
In the gym is where he gained his
Boss was the pizzeria that rolled flower
A made man, felt to be made
Turned murderer, quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake would
Like his enemy, he watched to take
Allies, retaliate the least
Even the score, had a guns, they would calibrate
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 and brutalized
Informats scrutinized and
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to the product

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the sword that'll up a van
When them come, blow right past, mind your business
I know nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas true kings
Sit up in the crib, supper and screw fiends
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is
Yo, how to write, beware, I pull up, he here
I of known, I had a clone, see weird
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new
Trunk full of rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches big tits
Five shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas grits and steak
You might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting fake niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's self
Conspicious, make me grab the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with
Juggling cracks or playing with
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to
Fiends with plates and wanna eat
Gazed at the rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, Priest the ambassador
for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
Plots to my death, mic conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words that into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring around the
of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm snakes