Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is he gained his powers
Boss was the owner that rolled flower
A made man, felt good to be
murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he still pies, and his cake would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to take
Allies, retaliate the least
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 and crucified
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to 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 business
I know nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw
Yeah, me, next time, scotch me
I drink liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is
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 of Siamese 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 niggas over grits and steak
You might get smacked a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for with fake niggas

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