Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that 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 take
Allies, would retaliate the
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they calibrate
He sort of loss and double crossed, on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
upon the grill of your friends family
Workers and brutalized
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The was not alarmed to damage the product

Shoot his mans, stance, up in the GT, Clansman
With the that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, blow right past, your business
I don't nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's true
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I waves, saying 'niggas is trash'
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 Siamese and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I live in
That kill niggas over grits and
You get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Street 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 with
Juggling cracks or playing with
The law of the streets, gangsta the beef to feast
Fiends plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is
Rap tours, the hood 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 shape into nuclear wars, we through walls
Bringing down the mall, I around the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
Hammers on our waist, out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll