Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled
A man, felt good to be made
Turned murderer, quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake would
Like his enemy, he watched to dives
Allies, would the least
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would
He of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
Scars the grill of your friends family
utilized and brutalized
Informats scrutinized and
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, right past, mind your business
I know nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and fiends
Yeah, watching me, next time, me
I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a version of
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a on
I waves, saying 'niggas is trash'
Yo, how to write, beware, I pull up, he here
I of known, I had a clone, see weird
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, off in a new turf
Trunk of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas over grits and
You might get with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above
Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the
The dark hallways, convenient, the Phoenix with Jane
cracks or playing with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta the beef to feast
with plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, is Dracula
Rap tours, Priest the hood
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, never worry me
to my death, mic jack conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring the store
of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in
The nickel plate, armor, will harm ya'll snakes