Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the owner that rolled flower
A made man, felt good to be
Turned murderer, extremely quick to
But he still baked pies, and his would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to dives
Allies, retaliate 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
in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars upon the grill of friends family
Workers and brutalized
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not to damage the product

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
the sword that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your
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, watching me, 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, how to write, beware, I pull up, he here
I of known, I had a clone, see weird
get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf
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
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas over and steak
You might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the
Or in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas

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