Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

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

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

X-1 wild out, and you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your

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

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

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

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

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

clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't you

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit! Who the fuck is
John John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got your cousin

I got the
And them niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, time for some new
Nowadays rappers dyin' music

Dead on
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on we gang bang

Chitty-bang-bang,
Hot spit flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, on the range
Aiyyo you rang for ferocious,

We got super califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the collared
The Big forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So what the bumba

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

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

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

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

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

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