Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an heard
hiring, a convict of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled
A made man, good to be made
Turned murderer, quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake rise
his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies, would retaliate the
Even the score, had a thousand guns, would calibrate
He of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your friends
Workers utilized and
Informats and crucified
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

Shoot his mans, stance, up in the GT, Clansman
With the that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, right past, mind your business
I don't know nothing, found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch and screw fiends
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I drink liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I scratch waves, 'niggas 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, dropped off in a new
Trunk of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches big tits
Five hundred shoe game
that shake, I bake, I live 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 with fake

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's self
Conspicious, crime make me 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
with plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, is Dracula
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they worry me
Plots to my death, mic jack
Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own
Words that shape nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing the mall, I ring around the store
of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, harm ya'll snakes