Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, a rumor, that an inmate heard
hiring, a convict of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner rolled flower
A made man, felt good to be
murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to take
Allies, would the least
Even the score, had a guns, they would calibrate
He of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars the grill of your friends family
Workers utilized and
Informats scrutinized and
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

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 business
I don't know nothing, found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw
Yeah, watching me, time, scotch me
I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I scratch waves, 'niggas is trash'
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I up, he here
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 in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I live in
That kill niggas over and steak
You get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I general, a world's above self
Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with
Juggling cracks or playing ninas
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
for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
Plots to my death, mic conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm only of my own ability
Words that into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
down the mall, I ring around the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll