Luyện nghe bài hát Chi Kung

The ultimate supreme, no extremedies
We use Tai Chi to deflect off our
Five poisons, from the Clan there's no
We the smell of wickedness in our vicinity
Bobby, the atomic, Islamic,
appear in your atmosphere like the
to the Western Hemisphere, non-stoppin'
Strikin' the of the seed to make it vomit
Things of is unseen by men
in and form, never been dreamed by men
The of God, always intervene with sin
From insight, my inner-light beams
Pin-point focus, move silently
When you attack, I fall back in the like the lotus
Put the soul in the track like my name was
Pain in my heart and chance is hopeless
for you to win, a change is come
You the "suuuu"?, Wu-Tang is gonna come
and my vocals, they gonna bang on the
You go against the grain you will from ya tongue
So.

(Love) love (Love) (thugs) thugs
is in yo' club (club)
Nigga pass the mothafuckin' (drugs)

Just a loop.
To my soundwave no sonic solution
No Pro Tools to or out-date my producin'
Form like crystals, mushrooms after the
We strike into the hip-hop bone, of the
and my be the marrow, son I'm the narrow
tube inside the gun that's through the barrel
and the words in lead, expandin' high-speeds
the hole in ya head, and filled up you
with the, knowledge of
I dropped out of school, I went to the of self
and I pertained my wealth, B-O-B-B, when niggaz see me
I'm like stompin' over Mount Fiji
or Rodan with the wingspan, Rakeem can
rocks to the or combine with my team and
spit like the calico, to the Alamo
Bop-bop-bop, you how you cowards go

(Love) (Love) love (thugs) thugs
is in yo' club (club)
Welcome back to my club!

Psycho-menace, downin' a
strictly bidness, while I'm in
on a nigga like a gymnast
Put a knot on ya head, the of Grimace
Bitch, jumpin' out ya
Huntin' for yo' egg like it's
Although I come in peace, I would just to say peace to
Scallywags, skeezers, and I really need ya
You don't understand why I don't either
Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot
It's my to get over and I got on my blinker
So I write and I on the mic, so you can feel
what is truth, what is and what's not
Yo I must kill the ideal and enlight this
and yo I will give birth to a light that lives to it real
All research, I learned in schools, not even Church
Can instill, these words are jewels so you can
Still I search, and I works real hard, I need a
and with speed 'caise it hurts
Yo can you feel? my heart still the blood that makes me bleed
all real and the best and I always will, do my thing

Yo let me son, yo
X.O. Hennessey, Daniel or Tennesee
whisky, got groupie bitches actin' frisky

Searchin for that Bill like
All my pants lookin' for a Jim Brownski

Ringz and Partnerz, is how we fuck up Helsinki
Oh shit, Kinetic, Bobby
Origin/Barrakjudah, Wu-Tang Forever