Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

All you hoes, be cryin' for bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin' for these

Both hands clusty, pullin' out
Double barreled, blew off the burner dusty
We back test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah
from the thirty-six chamber

Math, let the spin
Many y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block that hot
If ya fuck with Wu, we ta fuck witchu

Who the fuck knocked our down?
Who the man the World Trade massacres
up now
Where the planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to

No disrespect, that's where I my head
I you gotta rest yours true
Nigga my dead
America, together we stand, divided we
Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in of the war

Yes yes y'all, the INS bless
Stop like cholesterol, let's brawl
Never fall, tear it like a wreckin' ball
Role call where my niggaz one for all

And all for one, we draw the on impulse
Cash in the envelope, it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we mills
Providin' you pure ecstasy pills

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with man
How the fuck did we get so man?
Never ever disrespect my
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, all real
We live from it, it's the God
Yo' wonderful, spark the
Let me build with the for the mills

I'm with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill
Peace to
Brothers that'll kill for the will of the
Twenty-five to lifers, and livin' snipers
You wait "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill

How you livin' Street Life? I'm surrounded by
Serial tote guns without the serial
High-tech, intellect, all digital
original, sheisty individual

New York's bravest, always supply you with the
We hall of famers, and still hit you with the
Took a year hiatus, now you hate us
Thanks to all you for all the cream you made us

Y'all the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so cool
Never ever my crew
If ya with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu

Sendin' letters to China, my in Wendy's on Viacom
At home, worth money, I adorns
Order drinks, all real niggaz your minks yo
We got the fit teds on, lookin' all

Daddy get money from now on
Payday flash Visas livin' like, Easter
Don't fuck Benz, a 430
That shit that float water, eyeball come up
birdies yo

We can eat right, or we can clap these
I'm Street Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's
It's Hot Nixon, team same position
average three-five-seven and still hittin'

Y'all still bitchin', still and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin' and still
I'm hard, hard like a criminal
Love like a shoe, throw slug to finish you
the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this ain't Wu, look at his neck

Comin' the thirty-six chamber
it to 'em proper, potnah

It's Wu-Tang, yo' gang, crushin' the game
Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' thang
Who gets strange, up playin' with flames
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm is

Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with man
How the fuck did we get so man?
Never disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta witchu