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 as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream Tarzan
I be and flossing my style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're
Fatal Flying chops off your fucking head
MZA who was that? Ayo, the Wu is
Making niggas go Bo! Bo! on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, come
The Wu-Tang shogun, to the eardrum

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

And if you want beef, then the ruckus
Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the slums that's busted
Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with

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

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

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[Outro:
Ahh-hah!
Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan
The Rugged Lands of
Niggas from Virginia,
Our in Ohio
Coming through the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggas from The
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 whole Texas mob, the mob
Niggas from Detroit, California squadron
Coming through you what I'm saying?
The whole fucking coast
To the whole East, from D.C
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in State
Wu-Tang ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
All the whole fucking globe, coming through boy
Peace to the fucking Zulu
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, is bond
slang, chopping heads boy
It ain't safe no more!