Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

my shit shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, slit
Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, 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 with
Though, federados my man yo, hit lotto
Three-hundred thousand in the bottle, bitch math is how

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

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

X-1 wild out, and make you this
'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin' out the garbage
Unload a cartridge, and a cap
X could trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets
Bitches for free, is outta the quest
Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your

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

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

and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red
X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond realest form
the storm, forseein' you warned
Nuttin' keepin' me calm but heat in my
Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? outta the dark
Scatter your parts here 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, let me get fool on him man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
ball in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the collared
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

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

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

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

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

things first 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 slam, don't let me get fool on him man

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