Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the knucklehead wantin'
respect, wantin' respect
Never doubt the
the knucklehead wantin' respect?

Who's the knucklehead respect?
Who the fuck are you to me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya
Yo, respect, that's my

Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty
Always what's mines, never was given
A second just to rap sheet a bad decision

You knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to slip the clip in, blow you out
jurisdiction, nigga, no restriction
Concrete composition for in submission

edition crash, course mission
Push through like the task to crush all competition
See you from a distance, dry snitchin',
To your man up like two little bitches

you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself Del, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans fake ass niggas
I stand the bid when that's all in my business

Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it
I get lifted, I just somethin' from hot biscuit
These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you
Leave no finger prints and no witness

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them from the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some listen 'til my gun went blow

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Kitana
coma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
Scandalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker rebels of Rwanda
Death before dishonor, charmer

of one who makes drama
Godfather 4 saga, tuckin' a revolver in my Parker
Bombin' unprepared for departure, might talk but harder
Fear the bow of the silent

Sure shotter, I the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers the horror
I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top

Your highness, the crowd
Got your head rock, feel the brain
Crowd sponsor, than Bahama steam saunas
The Rebel of opera, off the chocolate and the Gosha
truck crush you impostors

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them kids from the other Shaolin Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

I'm the mic emcee with five mic potential
Overlooked 'cuz y'all can't understand what I through
You ain't got to love me or pretend to
Actin' like the street, ain't got no street credentials

Track villains, rats be instrumentals
catch fillin' and slap a feelin' out ya dental
Underground, sound, for ghetto
Up creek lookin' for some more shit to get into

Got the Clan as I continue
To you everythin' on that's on the menu
With Chef Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man
Told you Up?

My nigga the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya me
Shaolin what? get it fucked up and cross me

Rappers gettin'
For actin' stuck up and
Say it so, bust the calico
Rap the Island called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to
It's them kids the other side Shaolin Worldwide
Method Man, Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, go
Fo' sho', if it dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun blow

respect, wantin' respect
Who's the knucklehead wantin'
Wantin' respect, wantin'
respect, sharpest niggas in the