Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty
who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time
Play the mall, starin' at beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, lift
You the stats God, don't even ask pah, back 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, with a crisp hat
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, is with that
Though, locked my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch is how

My technique, rover in the robe, gold
You know the code read, money, stow heat
Rock nave's though, dollar bags valet
That nigga me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley

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

X-1 wild out, and make you watch
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' out the garbage
a cartridge, and bust a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it
Bitches for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your outta your vest

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

Lookin' at death, holdin' breath, laid out
On the floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin' your set
Trick 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, foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest your realest form
Bringin' the storm, forseein' you
Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm
and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark
Scatter your parts from here to Park

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

Steal master grab half the cash fast and
And splash yo' class, mash your staff,
Nigga get smacked, you ain't a punch, hurt your bunch
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

clever niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, your face
Straighten waist, twist you, and won't miss you

Official Nast and Killa Bee, blast, get off smash
Pull for your stash
Long as the war last, foot up in ass
Tryin' to count more math, bring in the rap

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

This terrorist, lyricist in the of the abyss
We cannabis evangelists, iron palms metal fists
Wu build, like and bang, like percussion
All the Planet Battery packs com bust and malfunction, what

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

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

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

I got the
And when them niggaz start jumpin', bust cousin
'Cause it's a new year, for some new shit
Nowadays rappers dyin' music

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

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

We got super califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight ball in the corner
We wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' red
And RIP they whole to a shred!
I got cold blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold,
Show no love, I'm so bugged, yo' home up
And shoot up the whole club we 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 things 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

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