Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (4:21... The Day After)

Stop look and listen, guess who up?
And y'all was dumb to think that Method's number's up
so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a
Then split a Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is
I'm off the meter, momma wished I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't ya
half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game a enema, yea
"common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you
somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with glass
Fuck the court system, pleading the
And if Def Jam is deaf, reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my

And if you don't where I'm coming from, never know where I been
Most likely, where ya start at be the place where you end
And anybody hating on him, hating on
That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them,