Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
Tanktop Nautica, your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who mine? Bent outta shape, one time
the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, on that cat
yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, a crisp hat plush
Throwin' on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Though, locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, math is how

My technique, rover in the robe, link
You know the code read, suitcase money, heat
nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, Milton Bradley

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is
Whips are spotless, chrome spin obnoxious
You knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

X-1 out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is the quest
Blow blood your flesh, your body outta your vest

I draws the heat from across the
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste
Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in

Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm your set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your in debt
I'm for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a stroke

and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond realest form
the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter parts from here to Battery Park

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

Steal master grab half the fast and bash
And yo' class, mash your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, your bunch
Get marked in front, in the circle punk

Mack clever niggaz dat
Catch you on the in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your
your waist, twist you, and won't miss you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, blast, get off smash
Pull for your stash
Long as the war last, up in your ass
Tryin' to count more math, in the hardcore rap

Yo, we be the mainstream supreme rhyme top of the cuisine fiends
Number one love for thugs schemin' on cream
My whole team love, the E-cup bras and cars
Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the stars

This terrorist, lyricist in the of the abyss
We cannabis evangelists, iron with metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, percussion
All the Planet Battery com bust and malfunction, what kid?

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

Holy shit! Who the is dat?
It's John
Fingaz kid, you got my back?
I got your back

I got the
And when them niggaz start jumpin', bust cousin
'Cause a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers over music

on arrival
We raised in the singin' songs called survival
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we bang

Chitty-bang-bang,
Hot Nix' spit flame, pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the
Aiyyo you for ferocious, atrocious

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We snatch off the white collared
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, once
Major swingers heavy
Poly your kitten, throw up mittens
bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen

Yo, yo, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't raise no
I slap rappers, 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of and you'll have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint whole fuckin' town red
And RIP they crew to a shred!
I got cold blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold,
no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home up
And shoot up the club we throw slugs

You no thug!
I earned every God damn that I got
Son I'm rollin' in the convertible
I a nigga would what?
Try to jack me, I'll murder you

First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,