Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Ya Mouth

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

[Chorus 2X: Method Man,
You better, your, muthafu*kin' mouth
just wolves with beats
You clown n*ggas can't rule the streets, we shot
Wu-Tang, we rule the east, taking over the

Aiyo, aiyo, straight funky and polly, X 'liro
They lookin' for me, what the fu*k you me for?
Stressin' everything I 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 like lion killas, catch me on stage with the gauge in my hand
in his leather bomber
I scalp money, you know we and talk funny
Coffin corner rappers, don't ever walk up on me
I write with only a Malcolm
Jeans getting muddy from clap him

[Masta
My first gun was a .32, right *ugh*
to the .38, maybe a 9
I prefer the .45, stay live, held the crack gate in '88
AR spit from far, the best tenth, vet, reppin' the set
We on the east wing, ting, sexy bad
We up at Spring, that thing thing
My crew strong, we take no
Or your party done, you how it run
Spray places, covered faces, cases
A big will get your teeth knocked the fu*k out
it ninja, take money, stay ninja
I injure, any muthafu*kin'

[Method
Garbage, ya time's up, go finish them up
All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is up
Niggas where to find us, setting the grind up
Probably shoving them up, my rims is shined up
Wu, we on the rise up, supplied up
Plotting to get you up, box, then find her
Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and the east is in the house
You, you, you, you, you
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[Ghostface
On the of the projects, gray skully
'lo goose, mack 11 tucked in front of the belt
Prestigious moves, I'm 'em, hoes, I'm drillin' 'em
We like Foreman out in the streets, we grillin' '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 to blow, ya'll cowards like fans

Deck]
This is boulevard hard, larger than black car
rap guard, I stomp the yard
I.N.S. monster bars, split, long cigars
My click dodge, bitch, y'all are
I get it in like, Tim off the glass, my name
I'm the Pres, sending men off to blast
What I spit, make 'em all they cash, I'm so Wu
So new, that I rip off the tags

RZA birthed us, some cursed us on purpose
I'm the Grouch, my is a circus
Earner, a good learner, don't need the hood
All I needs a burner, Nat Turner
Snake rat murderer, all I hear is talk
Back room's full of goons, bullet wound birthmarks
From the first spark, you heard my
(Wu-Tang) more exhaust, tomahawk, cruise missile, just

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

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