Luyện nghe bài hát Rules

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

Both hands clusty, pullin' out
Double barreled, off the burner kinda dusty
We back don't test, it to 'em proper, potnah
Comin' from the thirty-six

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

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

No disrespect, where I rest my head
I understand you rest yours true
my people's dead
America, we stand, divided we fall
Mr. sit down, I'm in charge of the war

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

And all for one, we the guns on impulse
in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we mills
Providin' you ecstasy without pills

know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the fuck did we get so man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck

Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, all real
We live from it, the God I-Reelz
Yo' wonderful, the blillz
Let me with the people for the mills

I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Hill
Peace to
Brothers kill for the will of the righteous
to lifers, true and livin' snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til to kill

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

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

Y'all the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
How the did we get so cool man?
ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck Wu we gots ta fuck witchu

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

Daddy everybody get money now on
flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday
Don't Benz, rather a 430
That shit float through water, eyeball come up
birdies yo

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

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

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

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

Y'all know the rules, we fuck with fools man
How the did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my
If ya fuck Wu we gots ta fuck witchu