Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

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

My technique, rover in the robe, gold
You the code read, suitcase money, stow heat
Rock though, hundred dollar bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Bradley

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

X-1 out, and make you watch this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' 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 blood outta your flesh, body outta your vest

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

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

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

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

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

Mack niggaz dat regga'
Catch you on the D-Lo in Mecca and ya
Shake and erase, vacation your space, your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

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

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

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

First things first man, you're with the
(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 the worst
(Fucking)
First things man, you're with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, 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 kid, you got my back?
I got back cousin

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

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

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

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We wallets off the white collared
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot
So the bumba claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To niggaz, once bitten
Major 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, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers
Believe dat! My moms don't raise no
I slap rappers, turn 'em into
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' shotgun in the
I wish a nigga would
Try to fuckin' jack me, I'll you

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

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