Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, a rumor, that an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is to terrifying the witness
In the gym is where he his powers
Boss was the owner that rolled flower
A made man, felt to be made
murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he baked pies, and his cake would rise
Like his enemy, he to take dives
Allies, would retaliate the
the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate
He of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the
upon the grill of your friends family
Workers utilized and
Informats scrutinized and
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The was not alarmed to damage the product

Shoot his mans, stance, up in the GT, Clansman
With the sword that'll up a van
them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business
I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the
Barbeque wings, blings for my that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw
Yeah, watching me, time, scotch me
I Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he
I of known, I had a clone, see weird
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, off in a new turf
full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches big tits
hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I in estate
That kill niggas grits and steak
You might get with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting fake niggas

[Killah
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above
Conspicious, crime me grab the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with
Juggling cracks or with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the to feast
Fiends plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is
Rap tours, Priest the hood
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never me
to my death, mic jack conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm only of my own ability
that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring around the
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our
on our waist, cameras out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll