Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, a rumor, that an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled
A made man, felt to be made
murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake rise
Like his enemy, he to take dives
Allies, would retaliate the
the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate
He sort of loss and crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
upon the grill of your friends family
Workers utilized and
Informats and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, blow right past, mind business
I know nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's kings
Sit up in the crib, supper and screw fiends
Yeah, watching me, next time, me
I drink liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I waves, saying 'niggas is trash'
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
Trunk full of rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches big tits
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas over grits and
You might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I general, a world's above self
Conspicious, make me grab the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with
Juggling cracks or playing ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the to feast
Fiends with and snake wanna eat
at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
Plots to my death, mic jack
Lyrically, I'm only of my own ability
Words shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing the mall, I ring around the store
Planets of the Apes, on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll