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

[Intro:
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[RZA:
Wu-Tang Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit (x3)

1: RZA]
Yo no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now like Tarzan
I be tossing and flossing my style is
I'm more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the said, you're dead
Flying Guillotine 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, here
The Wu-Tang shogun, to the eardrum

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Man]
The Meth will come out
Styles, conditions, bizarre,
Flow, with afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the which way to go just follow
Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy
In fact I'm a hard act to
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
is short for the razor who make me reminisce true
Like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggas is glue
Whatever you say off me sticks to you

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[Outro:
Ahh-hah!
Representing Queens
Island, Manhattan Bronx
The Lands of Shaolin
from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in
Coming with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggas The Source
My man Kelly Woo the Gavin
Will Strickland, Jason Staton,
True, true, my nigga Crown what's going down,
We ain't nuttin ta wit
The whole Texas mob, the mob
Niggas from Detroit, fucking California
through you know what I'm saying?
The whole fucking coast
To the whole East, niggas 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 Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is
slang, chopping heads boy
It safe no more! Peace