Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing ta Fuck Wit

[Intro:
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[RZA:
Wu-Tang Clan Nuttin ta Fuck Wit (x3)

[Verse 1:
Yo there's no place to hide as I step the room
Dr. Doom, for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream like
I be tossing and flossing my style is
I'm causing more Family Feuds Richard Dawson
And the said, you're dead
Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
MZA who was Ayo, the Wu is back
niggas go Bo! Bo! like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the

2: Inspectah Deck]
Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I'm
To fuck it up, my style carries a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to sea
I slam tracks like sacks from L.T
Now why try and test, the Rebel
Blessed since the birth, I your best
Cause I the cake, then take the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew we head state to state

And if you want beef, then bring the
Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's
Wu-Tang Clan ain't ta fuck with

Hah! up, boy!
Represent! Chop his off, kid!

3: Method Man]
The will come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre,
Flow, with afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road which way to go follow
Meth is the legend, niggas is hollow
In I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart on through
Niggas is "Oh, my God, not you!"
Yes, I, to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my flavor, coming the RZA
Which is short for the razor who make me true
Like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me to you

x4]

[Outro:
Ahh-hah!
Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Bronx
The Rugged Lands of
Niggas Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in
Coming through the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggas The Source
My man Woo from the Gavin
Will Strickland, Staton, yeah
True, true, my nigga what's going down, boy?
We ain't ta fuck wit
The Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggas from Detroit, California squadron
Coming through you what I'm saying?
The whole fucking coast
To the East, niggas from D.C
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta wit
All over the whole globe, coming through boy
Peace to the fucking Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, is bond
slang, chopping heads boy
It ain't safe no more!