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

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

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