Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter ways
Yeah who want mine? outta shape, one time
Play the mall, starin' at beautiful, sunshine

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

My shit now, 5 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit
thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how

My technique, in the robe, gold link
You know the code read, suitcase money, stow
Rock nave's though, hundred dollar valet
That crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
You can't this, bust a shot you better not miss

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

I the heat from across 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' your shine, your froze in

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

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, armed, illest beyond your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you
keepin' me calm but heat in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts here to Battery Park

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

Steal master grab 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 circle punk

Mack clever niggaz dat
Catch you on the D-Lo in and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't you

Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

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

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

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

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

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

I got the
And when them niggaz start jumpin', bust back
it's a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin' over

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto songs called survival
Duckin' homicidal, you
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang

Chitty-bang-bang,
Hot Nix' flame, lava pump through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the
you rang for ferocious, atrocious

We got that super califragalisticexpiala shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big forever rotted
hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, once
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, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers
I rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have fingaz!

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

You no thug!
I earned every God damn that I got
Son I'm rollin' in the convertible
I wish a nigga what?
Try to jack me, I'll murder you

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

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