Luyện nghe bài hát Wu Crime

Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate
Salesman hiring, a of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the
In the gym is where he gained his
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 would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to dives
Allies, would retaliate the
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they calibrate
He sort of loss and double crossed, on them
Swiftly, if away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, the Amity
Scars upon the of your friends family
Workers utilized and
scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, shot up
The was not alarmed to damage the product

Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT,
With the sword blow up a van
When them come, blow right past, mind your business
I don't nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, supper and screw 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 scratch waves, saying 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 of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big
Five hundred shoe game
Shake shake, I bake, I live in estate
kill niggas over grits and steak
You might get smacked with a eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for with fake niggas

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