Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit
thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how

My technique, rover in the robe, link
You know the code read, suitcase money, stow
Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious
You can't knock this, a shot you better not miss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First things 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, let me get fool on him man

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

I got the
And when them start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, time for new shit
Nowadays dyin' over music

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

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

We got that super dope shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We snatch off the white collared
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, bitten
swingers heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up your
bitchin', no slippin', no pot to piss in
The meltin' boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen

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

Enough said, let's this 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 whole club we throw

You no thug!
I earned every God damn that I got
Son I'm shotgun in the convertible
I wish a would what?
Try to fuckin' jack me, I'll you

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

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