Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Ya Mouth

[Intro:
You (General, general) (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
up, yeah (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
Suuuuuuuu, aiyo, man, the is over
Pop fu*kin....

[Chorus 2X: Method Man,
You better, watch your, muthafu*kin'
It's just wolves beats
You clown n*ggas rule the streets, we send shot
Wu-Tang, we rule the east, over the block

Aiyo, aiyo, straight funky and polly, X 'liro
They lookin' for me, the fu*k you behind me for?
Stressin' I breathe on
I'm a boulevard where n*ggas get jabbed and peed on
Whatever homey, we lavish
I might you in the crib, see my lizards in grasses
You try to get me on, yo
And you see me, you know I got my come-up arm on
called me up, rob me
Yeah, we got seed in the back of the Beemer, starving
We lion killas, catch me on stage with the gauge in my right hand
Grenade in his leather
I scalp money, you know we and talk funny
Coffin ya'll rappers, don't ever walk up on me
I write with only a safe
Jeans getting from clap with him

Killa]
My first gun was a .32, right before
Graduated to the .38, a 9
I prefer the .45, live, techs held the crack gate in '88
AR from far, the best tenth, camouflage vet, reppin' the set
We on the east wing, ting, sexy bad
We up at Spring, that thing thing
My crew strong, we no search
Or your done, you know how it run
places, covered faces, beat cases
A big mouth will get your teeth the fu*k out
Keep it ninja, take money, stay
I injure, any contender

[Method
Garbage, ya time's up, go finish them up
All my soldiers is lined up, my is crimed up
Niggas know to find us, setting the grind up
shoving them pies up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, spots up
Plotting to get you up, box, then find her
Scratch, we got 'em up, and when the east is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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[Ghostface
On the side of the projects, gray
Bubble 'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in front of the
Prestigious moves, I'm 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em
We like George Foreman out in the streets, we 'em
In the van, 45's and dealy's, ready to
A house arrest box is going off, got grams
Got a full of white, lay it in like sand
Montana Tone about to blow, ya'll cowards like

[Inspectah
This is boulevard hard, larger your black car
Camouflage rap guard, I the yard
I.N.S. spit monster bars, split, cigars
My click dodge, bitch, y'all are
I get it in like, Tim off the glass, spreading my
I'm like the Pres, men off to blast
I spit, make 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu
So new, that I ain't rip off the

RZA done us, some cursed us on purpose
I'm the Grouch, my mouth is a
Earner, plus a good learner, don't the hood
All I a good burner, Nat Turner
rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk
Back full of goons, with bullet wound birthmarks
From the spark, you heard my response
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, cruise missile, launch

Bzzz, out the beehive, you dip and you
But you still survive, you can't see past five
Check the outlook, is not in the book
You being dragged the floor, round your jaw with my hook
Lyrical juks, mil', the deal, off the books
Steve Rif' gave the nod, the Universal look
Still poison venom, red monkey and Wu denim
Had honeydew suits, sundae, all in 'em

Put my in Da Front, reunite 'em
Make 'em all R.S.V.P., if they want it, we don't 'em
No beef, less talk and action
You can roll as a whole, and they'll send you back in
Break beat fanatic, with crates in attics
The pull out the 45, loop the static
I scroll through the then, roll to the venue
The dress code is armor, or get a up in you