Luyện nghe bài hát Shaolin Worldwide

Who's the knucklehead wantin'
Wantin' respect, respect
Never the Life
Who's the knucklehead respect?

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

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

You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm
Quick to slip the clip in, you out position
Street jurisdiction, nigga, no
Concrete for emcee's in submission

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

When you get the heart, live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass
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 you district
Leave no prints and no survivin' witness

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

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

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

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

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

Your highness, the holler
Got your head rock, feel the brain
Crowd sponsor, hotter than 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 the other side Shaolin Worldwide
I.N.S., Homocide, to run to
to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

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

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

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

Got the Clan as I continue
To serve you on that's on the menu
With Chef John Jacob, 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 if ya force me
Shaolin what? get it fucked up and cross me

gettin' stuck
For actin' stuck up and
Say it ain't so, bust the
Rap the Island called Stat', here we go

Nowhere to run to, to hide
It's them kids from the other 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 went

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