Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,

Aiyyo, to stage now, major waves
Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want Bent outta shape, one time
the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, slit
Raw drug raps, hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

My shit now, 5 feet 6, a crisp hat plush
down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Though, locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle, bitch math is how

My technique, in the robe, gold link
You know the read, suitcase money, stow heat
nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, Milton Bradley

Yo the semi-automatic this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot is topless
are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you not miss

X-1 wild out, and make you watch
'Til your eyes turn red blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
fuckin' for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body your vest

I draws the from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' shine, your froze in time

Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, out
On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' set
twenty G's, no sweat, your groin' in debt
I'm groin'' for broke, I'm out smoke, you catch a stroke

Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond your form
Bringin' the storm, you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but in my palm
Sleep and you gone, you see I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your from here to Battery Park

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

Steal master grab half the cash and bash
And splash yo' class, mash staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you worth a punch, hurt your bunch
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for stash
Long as the war last, up in your ass
to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap

Yo, we be the mainstream supreme top of the line cuisine fiends
one love for thugs queens schemin' on cream
My whole team love, the E-cup and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz for the stars

This terrorist, in the midst of the abyss
We evangelists, iron palms with metal fists
Wu build, like and bang, like percussion
All the Planet Battery com bust and malfunction, what kid?

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You slam, don't let me get fool on him man

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
things first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

shit! Who the fuck is dat?
It's John
Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my
I got back cousin

I got the
And when niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin
it's a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers over music

Dead on
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
homicidal, you rivals
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we bang

Chitty-bang-bang,
Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my
Caught in the zone, on the range
Aiyyo you for ferocious, atrocious

We got that super dope shit
Eight ball in the pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big forever rotted
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So what the claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, once
Major heavy hittin'
your kitten, throw up your mittens
Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to in
The meltin' pot's hot now in Hell's Kitchen

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the motherfuckers
dat! My moms don't raise no suckers
I rappers, turn 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and have nine fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint whole fuckin' town red
And RIP they crew to a shred!
I got blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, bust
Show no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' up
And shoot up the club we throw slugs

You no thug!
I every God damn penny that I got
Son I'm rollin' in the convertible
I a nigga would what?
Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
You can't slam, don't let me get on him man

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,