Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, waves
Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways
Yeah who want mine? outta shape, one time
Play the mall, at your beautiful, sunshine

Watch my shit shift, niggaz in the back, lift
You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on cat
This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a 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, math is how

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

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, this
The spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks 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 this
your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could never trust a cat, 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 heat from the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but
Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste
Dispose my 9, throwin' shine, your froze in time

at death, holdin' your 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 blowin' out smoke, you a stroke

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

First first man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First 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 the cash fast and bash
And splash yo' class, mash your staff,
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, 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 waist, twist you, and won't miss you

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

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

This terrorist, lyricist in the midst of the
We cannabis evangelists, iron with metal fists
Wu build, like construction and bang, like
All the Planet Battery packs com and malfunction, what kid?

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

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

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

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

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Duckin' homicidal, you
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on we gang bang

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

We got that super califragalisticexpiala shit
Eight ball in the pocket
We wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the bumba

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

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

Enough said, let's paint this whole town red
And RIP whole crew to a shred!
I got cold blood, I yo' plug, I hold, bust
no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home 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, murder you

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
things first 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,