Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical
His business, is catching to the witness
In the gym is where he gained his
Boss was the pizzeria that rolled flower
A made man, good to be made
Turned murderer, quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his would rise
his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies, would the least
the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate
He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
Scars the grill of your friends family
Workers utilized and
Informats and crucified
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
the sword that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, right past, mind your business
I don't know nothing, they his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's kings
Sit up in the crib, supper and screw fiends
Yeah, watching me, next time, me
I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a of Hitler
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 should of known, I had a clone, see
get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf
Trunk full of Siamese and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the with big tits
Five hundred shoe game
Shake shake, I bake, I live in estate
That kill niggas over grits and
You get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in for fronting with fake niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I general, a world's above self
Conspicious, crime make me the nine off the shelf
The hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with Jane
Juggling cracks or playing with
The law of the streets, gangsta the beef to feast
Fiends plates and snake wanna eat
at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, the hood ambassador
for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
Plots to my death, mic jack
Lyrically, I'm afraid of my own ability
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting walls
down the mall, I ring around the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
Hammers on our waist, out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, harm ya'll snakes