Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves
Tanktop Nautica, your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one
the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
You the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, on that cat
This yellow love fuckin' with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
Throwin' down on bricks, niggaz is with that
Though, locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch is how

My technique, rover in the robe, link
You know the code read, suitcase money, heat
Rock though, hundred dollar bags valet
That crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, this
The spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims obnoxious
You knock this, bust a shot you better not miss

X-1 wild out, and you watch this
'Til your eyes red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches fuckin' for free, is the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta vest

I draws the heat from the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but
Street crime, is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' shine, your froze in time

Lookin' at death, your breath, laid out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' set
Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your form
the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the
Scatter your from here to Battery Park

things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

Steal grab half the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff,
get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get marked in front, in the wrong punk

clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off
Pull fast for stash
as the war last, foot up in your ass
Tryin' to count math, bring in the hardcore rap

Yo, we be the mainstream supreme top of the line cuisine fiends
Number one for thugs queens schemin' on cream
My team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for niggaz reach for the stars

This terrorist, in the midst of the abyss
We cannabis evangelists, palms with metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, percussion
All the Planet Battery com bust and malfunction, what kid?

things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You slam, don't let me get fool on him man

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, let me get fool on him man

Holy shit! Who the is dat?
John John
Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my
I got your back

I got the
And when niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin' music

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs survival
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on we gang bang

Chitty-bang-bang,
Hot spit flame, lava pump through my veins
in the zone, home on the range
Aiyyo you rang for ferocious,

We got that super califragalisticexpiala dope
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So what the claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To niggaz, once bitten
Major swingers heavy
Poly kitten, throw up your mittens
bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The pot's boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers
I slap rappers, turn 'em singers
Touch somethin' of and you'll have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint this whole town red
And RIP they crew to a shred!
I got blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, bust
no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home up
And shoot up the club we throw slugs

You no thug!
I earned every God penny that I got
Son I'm shotgun in the convertible
I wish a nigga would
Try to fuckin' jack me, I'll you

First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
You slam, don't let me get fool on him man

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,