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

[Intro:
Tiger

Hook]
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't ta Fuck Wit (x3)

1: RZA]
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 Tarzan
I be tossing and flossing my style is
I'm causing more Family Feuds Richard Dawson
And the survey said, dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine off your fucking head
MZA who was that? Ayo, the Wu is
Making go Bo! Bo! like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here
The Wu-Tang shogun, to the eardrum

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Man]
The Meth come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre,
Flow, more afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just
Meth is the legend, is sleepy hollow
In fact I'm a act to follow
I dealt for dolo, coming on through
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, coming the RZA
Which is short for the razor who me reminisce true
Like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggas is like
you say rubs off me sticks to you

x4]

[Outro:
Ahh-hah!
Representing Brooklyn
Long Island, Manhattan
The Lands of Shaolin
from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in
Coming through with the crazy, why-oh
Yo, from 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 West coast
To the whole East, niggas D.C
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan
Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
All over the whole fucking globe, coming boy
Peace to the fucking Zulu
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is
slang, chopping heads boy
It ain't safe no more!