Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
was the pizzeria owner that rolled flower
A made man, felt good to be
Turned murderer, extremely to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake rise
Like his enemy, he watched to take
Allies, would retaliate the
Even the score, had a guns, they would calibrate
He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your friends
Workers and brutalized
Informats and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not alarmed to 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
Barbeque wings, for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I drink liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I waves, saying '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, dropped off in a new
full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
Five hundred game switch
Shake shake, I bake, I live in estate
That kill niggas over grits and
You might get smacked with a eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with 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, convenient, the Phoenix with Jane
Juggling cracks or playing ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta the beef to feast
Fiends with and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they worry me
to my death, mic jack conspiracy
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
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, armor, will harm ya'll snakes