Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

My shit now, 5 6, with a crisp hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, is with that
Though, federados 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, money, stow heat
nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, himself, like Milton Bradley

Yo the semi-automatic glock this, unlock
The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot 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 this
'Til eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it
Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the
Blow blood your flesh, your body outta your vest

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

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

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

things first man, you're 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

Steal master grab half the cash and bash
And splash yo' class, mash staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your
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, your space, breakin' your face
Straighten waist, twist you, and won't miss you

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

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

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

things first 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

First things first man, you're 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 fuck is
John John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got your cousin

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 ghetto songs called survival
Duckin' homicidal, you
Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang

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 ball in the pocket
We snatch off the white collared
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

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

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

Enough said, let's paint whole fuckin' town red
And RIP whole 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' shotgun in the
I wish a nigga what?
Try to fuckin' jack me, I'll you

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

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