Luyện nghe bài hát The Worst

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

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

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

My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a hat plush
Throwin' down on thirty bricks, is with that
Though, federados locked my man yo, hit
thousand dollars 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 spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless
Whips are spotless, chrome rims obnoxious
You can't knock this, bust a shot you not miss

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

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

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

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

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

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

Official Nast and Bee, full blast, get off smash
Pull fast for your
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 bras and Mobb cars
Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the stars

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

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

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

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

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

We got super califragalisticexpiala dope shit
Eight ball in the corner
We snatch wallets off the white
The Big Apple rotted
Narcotics hunt the target, Hot Nix'
So the bumba claat?

Pop shit, we do the
To shark niggaz, once
swingers heavy hittin'
Poly your kitten, throw up 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 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 town 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, shoot yo' up
And shoot up the whole club we throw

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

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

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