Y'all Been Warned 歌词
| 歌曲 | Y'all Been Warned |
| 歌手 | Wu-Tang Clan |
| 专辑 | Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1 [live] |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charles, Harris ... | |
| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up | |
| Eh, eh, eh | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, crash ya crew , laugh at you | |
| You bastard, you pass through slap an ass or two | |
| Hear me roar timbaland tree weed galore | |
| MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' | |
| El Producto pass that, ya puff too slow | |
| That's what's up yo, the kid with the buck toothed flow | |
| Oh, that's meth man south paw | |
| I throw my left hand | |
| To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam | |
| Oh my goodness trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shit | |
| Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin' like a good bitch | |
| Strictly, if | |
| I'm goin' down, she comin' wit me | |
| Whole time screamin', oh my | |
| God, ain't no mystery | |
| Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can't wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Nigga, uh oh | |
| I think they're playin' our song | |
| Lit blunts clan in da front, sayin', "It's on" | |
| Try to wu hate, duck, you could suck my | |
| Watch the block get clear when | |
| I buck myBoomerang darts, you can't duck my | |
| No tellin' which clan man you got struck by | |
| Chains get tucked when he walk by hawk eye | |
| Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, | |
| I talk fly | |
| You can't etcha sketch all my rhyme threat | |
| Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep | |
| Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold tec's | |
| Bold flex, | |
| W crown, the ice | |
| O L XUp in the oolie, yo, who you know? | |
| John bizzi, ghost deini, rollie finger and them toolies yo | |
| Stainless | |
| Bobby, boy, you have an | |
| English folly | |
| To try to detain the slang that we can to polly | |
| Plus you didn't peep arief, kid, you sleep | |
| I seen this heap of shit, you in steep | |
| Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can't wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Yo Amist the gravel, play the words of the big apple | |
| Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle | |
| Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle | |
| You ever hear me losin', one of y'all fix the panel | |
| Ask who Wu, that's true, known piranhas | |
| Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona | |
| The mad doctor, stay locked in the | |
| O RIn too deep, beyond reach of the sonar | |
| Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame | |
| Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game | |
| It's on, son, the killa bee swarm come | |
| Make the world shake with one continuous drum | |
| Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can't wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Wave ya gun, killa | |
| I got youShoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin | |
| I heard you | |
| I forget Wu | |
| Wear ya crown, black down what's the block two | |
| Blow at y'all niggas bolwin' at the cops too | |
| Eh yo, my | |
| Wallets stay | |
| Bulletproofs racin' in | |
| Coups yea we the realest | |
| Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this, love lookin' the illest | |
| Gorilla things, monster background with a history | |
| You're pumpin' crack, yap clowns, we all real in here | |
| Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here | |
| Blasted, it's like cheeba when | |
| I splashed it | |
| Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass | |
| I told y'alls, against y'all, | |
| Ginsengs, avenge | |
| GodsPicture me stabbin' you in the yard for | |
| R'sKid saw | |
| Staten, nine | |
| Bin Ladens | |
| Valors on, colorful draws, lookin' all relaxed in | |
| Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can't wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Y'all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y'all been warned, | |
| You either step or get stepped upon | |
| Nigga, uh oh | |
| I think they're playin' our song | |
| Lit blunts, clan in da front, sayin', "It's on" |
| zuo ci : Charles, Harris ... | |
| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Eh, eh, eh | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, crash ya crew , laugh at you | |
| You bastard, you pass through slap an ass or two | |
| Hear me roar timbaland tree weed galore | |
| MC' s with gusto y' all ain' t neva seen befo' | |
| El Producto pass that, ya puff too slow | |
| That' s what' s up yo, the kid with the buck toothed flow | |
| Oh, that' s meth man south paw | |
| I throw my left hand | |
| To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam | |
| Oh my goodness trust me, ain' t nuttin' like some hood shit | |
| Gotta love my dogs but ain' t nuttin' like a good bitch | |
| Strictly, if | |
| I' m goin' down, she comin' wit me | |
| Whole time screamin', oh my | |
| God, ain' t no mystery | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Nigga, uh oh | |
| I think they' re playin' our song | |
| Lit blunts clan in da front, sayin', " It' s on" | |
| Try to wu hate, duck, you could suck my | |
| Watch the block get clear when | |
| I buck myBoomerang darts, you can' t duck my | |
| No tellin' which clan man you got struck by | |
| Chains get tucked when he walk by hawk eye | |
| Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, | |
| I talk fly | |
| You can' t etcha sketch all my rhyme threat | |
| Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep | |
| Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold tec' s | |
| Bold flex, | |
| W crown, the ice | |
| O L XUp in the oolie, yo, who you know? | |
| John bizzi, ghost deini, rollie finger and them toolies yo | |
| Stainless | |
| Bobby, boy, you have an | |
| English folly | |
| To try to detain the slang that we can to polly | |
| Plus you didn' t peep arief, kid, you sleep | |
| I seen this heap of shit, you in steep | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Yo Amist the gravel, play the words of the big apple | |
| Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle | |
| Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle | |
| You ever hear me losin', one of y' all fix the panel | |
| Ask who Wu, that' s true, known piranhas | |
| Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona | |
| The mad doctor, stay locked in the | |
| O RIn too deep, beyond reach of the sonar | |
| Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame | |
| Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game | |
| It' s on, son, the killa bee swarm come | |
| Make the world shake with one continuous drum | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Wave ya gun, killa | |
| I got youShoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin | |
| I heard you | |
| I forget Wu | |
| Wear ya crown, black down what' s the block two | |
| Blow at y' all niggas bolwin' at the cops too | |
| Eh yo, my | |
| Wallets stay | |
| Bulletproofs racin' in | |
| Coups yea we the realest | |
| Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this, love lookin' the illest | |
| Gorilla things, monster background with a history | |
| You' re pumpin' crack, yap clowns, we all real in here | |
| Strap a bomb on a family member, let y' all niggas know we here | |
| Blasted, it' s like cheeba when | |
| I splashed it | |
| Real reefer heads' ll know the meanin' of hittin' glass | |
| I told y' alls, against y' all, | |
| Ginsengs, avenge | |
| GodsPicture me stabbin' you in the yard for | |
| R' sKid saw | |
| Staten, nine | |
| Bin Ladens | |
| Valors on, colorful draws, lookin' all relaxed in | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, | |
| You either step or get stepped upon | |
| Nigga, uh oh | |
| I think they' re playin' our song | |
| Lit blunts, clan in da front, sayin', " It' s on" |
| zuò cí : Charles, Harris ... | |
| Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Eh, eh, eh | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, that' s what' s up | |
| Wu Tang, nigga, crash ya crew , laugh at you | |
| You bastard, you pass through slap an ass or two | |
| Hear me roar timbaland tree weed galore | |
| MC' s with gusto y' all ain' t neva seen befo' | |
| El Producto pass that, ya puff too slow | |
| That' s what' s up yo, the kid with the buck toothed flow | |
| Oh, that' s meth man south paw | |
| I throw my left hand | |
| To that hardcore shit that even make the tec jam | |
| Oh my goodness trust me, ain' t nuttin' like some hood shit | |
| Gotta love my dogs but ain' t nuttin' like a good bitch | |
| Strictly, if | |
| I' m goin' down, she comin' wit me | |
| Whole time screamin', oh my | |
| God, ain' t no mystery | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Nigga, uh oh | |
| I think they' re playin' our song | |
| Lit blunts clan in da front, sayin', " It' s on" | |
| Try to wu hate, duck, you could suck my | |
| Watch the block get clear when | |
| I buck myBoomerang darts, you can' t duck my | |
| No tellin' which clan man you got struck by | |
| Chains get tucked when he walk by hawk eye | |
| Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, | |
| I talk fly | |
| You can' t etcha sketch all my rhyme threat | |
| Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep | |
| Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold tec' s | |
| Bold flex, | |
| W crown, the ice | |
| O L XUp in the oolie, yo, who you know? | |
| John bizzi, ghost deini, rollie finger and them toolies yo | |
| Stainless | |
| Bobby, boy, you have an | |
| English folly | |
| To try to detain the slang that we can to polly | |
| Plus you didn' t peep arief, kid, you sleep | |
| I seen this heap of shit, you in steep | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Yo Amist the gravel, play the words of the big apple | |
| Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle | |
| Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle | |
| You ever hear me losin', one of y' all fix the panel | |
| Ask who Wu, that' s true, known piranhas | |
| Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona | |
| The mad doctor, stay locked in the | |
| O RIn too deep, beyond reach of the sonar | |
| Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame | |
| Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game | |
| It' s on, son, the killa bee swarm come | |
| Make the world shake with one continuous drum | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Wave ya gun, killa | |
| I got youShoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin | |
| I heard you | |
| I forget Wu | |
| Wear ya crown, black down what' s the block two | |
| Blow at y' all niggas bolwin' at the cops too | |
| Eh yo, my | |
| Wallets stay | |
| Bulletproofs racin' in | |
| Coups yea we the realest | |
| Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this, love lookin' the illest | |
| Gorilla things, monster background with a history | |
| You' re pumpin' crack, yap clowns, we all real in here | |
| Strap a bomb on a family member, let y' all niggas know we here | |
| Blasted, it' s like cheeba when | |
| I splashed it | |
| Real reefer heads' ll know the meanin' of hittin' glass | |
| I told y' alls, against y' all, | |
| Ginsengs, avenge | |
| GodsPicture me stabbin' you in the yard for | |
| R' sKid saw | |
| Staten, nine | |
| Bin Ladens | |
| Valors on, colorful draws, lookin' all relaxed in | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon | |
| Correct me if | |
| I' m wrong but fake thugs never last long | |
| Can' t wait until ya fake ass gone | |
| Y' all been warned, about them killa bees on the swarm | |
| Y' all been warned, | |
| You either step or get stepped upon | |
| Nigga, uh oh | |
| I think they' re playin' our song | |
| Lit blunts, clan in da front, sayin', " It' s on" |
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