Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an 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, 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 double crossed, moved on
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
upon the grill of your friends family
Workers utilized and
Informats scrutinized and
Wakes firebombed, functions up
The jakes was not to damage the product

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the sword blow up a van
them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business
I don't 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, next time, me
I Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I scratch waves, saying is trash'
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I up, he here
I should of known, I had a clone, see
get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf
Trunk 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 that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas grits and steak
You might get smacked a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with niggas

Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a above self
Conspicious, crime me grab the nine off the shelf
The hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with Jane
Juggling or playing with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to
Fiends plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, 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 afraid of my own ability
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring the store
Planets of the Apes, on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, fake armor, harm ya'll snakes