Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major
Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty
Yeah who want mine? 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, back
Raw drug raps, hats and mob hats, spit on that cat
yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat

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

Yo the glock this, unlock this
The weed spots get knocked, so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims 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 could never trust a cat, 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 from across the street
Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' but sweet
Street crime, is money, nigga don't waste mine
Dispose my 9, throwin' shine, your froze in time

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

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

First things first man, with the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, you're the worst
(Fucking)
First things first man, 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 your staff,
Nigga get smacked, you ain't a punch, hurt your bunch
Get in front, in the wrong circle punk

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

Official Nast and Killa Bee, blast, get off smash
Pull fast for stash
as the war last, foot 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
Number one love for thugs queens on cream
My whole team love, the E-cup and Mobb cars
Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz for the stars

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

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

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

Holy shit! Who the fuck is
John John
Sticky kid, you got my back?
I got your cousin

I got the
And when them start jumpin', bust back cousin
'Cause a new year, time for some new shit
Nowadays rappers over music

Dead on
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' spit flame, lava through my veins
Caught in the zone, home on the
Aiyyo you rang for ferocious,

We got that super dope shit
Eight ball in the pocket
We snatch wallets off the collared
The Big Apple forever
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So what the claat?

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

Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest
Believe dat! My moms 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 town 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, shoot yo' up
And shoot up the whole club we slugs

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

things first man, you're with the worst
(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

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