Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, waves
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter ways
Yeah who mine? Bent outta shape, one time
the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine

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

My shit now, 5 feet 6, a crisp hat plush
down on thirty bricks, niggaz 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, link
You know the code read, suitcase money, stow
Rock nave's though, hundred bags valet
That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, Milton Bradley

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

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

I the heat from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die short but sweet
Street crime, time is money, nigga waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in

Lookin' at death, your breath, laid 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 out smoke, you catch a stroke

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

First things first man, you're with the
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're 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 grab half the cash fast and bash
And yo' class, mash your staff, what
Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt bunch
Get marked in front, in the circle punk

Mack clever dat regga'
you on the D-Lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya
Shake and erase, vacation space, breakin' your face
Straighten your waist, twist you, and miss you

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

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

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

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

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

I got the
And when niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause it's a new year, time for some new
Nowadays rappers dyin' over

on arrival
We raised in the ghetto singin' songs 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 for ferocious, atrocious

We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight in the corner pocket
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big forever rotted
hunt the hard target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, bitten
Major swingers 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 illest
Believe dat! My don't raise no suckers
I slap rappers, 'em into singers
Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have fingaz!

Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' 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, yo' home up
And shoot up the whole we throw slugs

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

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