Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance

Intro: Man

Ain't what you baby
It's what you baby
Ain't you want baby
what you neeeeeeeed

Verse RZA

Yo diamond crystal rings like icicles
nickel plated pistols, official covers my physical
thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the
Keep your sword straight, your weight
But he ate too monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and
And this bitch advertised her breast
didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly
and spent time the wise, went through a garment renaissance
and stopped Benetton
Tommy Hill, Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Blass and leave fitted
Quit the sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz
Mecca, Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, Wu-Wear

Method Man

Ain't what you baby
It's what you need
Ain't you waaaaaant

Verse Cappadonna

egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the Fog casual hog
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the
Fila supply big started haveta brown skin derby
master Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my shine
In this like Macy's or
The 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don will the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece

Three: Method Man

Ain't what you baby
what you need baby
Just see me
satisfaction baby
Just your own baby
and just on baby
I got this wine on my
fine darlin
Now all you see
ain't what you need
I wanna just how low
it
Official nasty asses, shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your piece
time and killer tactics

Just your own baby
Now just on baby
I got this wine on my
feelin darlin
Now all you see
Ain't what you need
I wanna know how low
it go

Just hold your own
Now just rock on
I got this wine on my
feelin fine
Now all you see
Ain't what you baby
I know, how low, it go