Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

Up the 36 Chambers
Heheh, it's the Ghost Face

Wu-Tang Beez, we on a swarm
Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a
Killa Beez, we on a swarm

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspectah Deck, you-God
Ghost Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah, known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop through
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the
The Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin' down the motherfuckin' South end of things

Killa beez all your fuckin' planet
Thirty-six chambers of
Three-hundred and sixty of perfected styles
Choppin' off motherfuckin' dome
Peace, and fuckin' borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Island
The motherfuckin' Bronx, killa

The
come on, him the sword

Clan in da front, let your stomp
Niggas on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
in the back, come on and attract to

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a
On 34th Street, in the of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, who's of sorrow
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will still out tomorrow
And shine shine shine like mine
Here comes the drunk monk, a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on this like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just the Wu-Tang click
the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the and Dolemite, who both did bids
went to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the life you save may be your own
hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with Full Metal
God squad mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Goetz what he deserves

Clan in da front, let feet stomp
on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the
in the back, come on and attract to

The response while I that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
Egos is somethin' the crush
Souped up niggas on a stage get
I give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who you kid?
'cause I don't ya therefore show me what you know
I sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style
What's that in your ah human feces!
Throw shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped a fuckin' Pamper
How ya sound be ? You're better off a
I'm on the mound G, and it's a
And my DJ the catcher, my man
Anyway the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I em out
So it doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't with those in the major leagues

Clan in da front, let your feet
Niggas on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
in the back, come on and attract to

Clan in da front, let your feet
on the left, brag shit to death
Now on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on and to

on the right
Punks in the back, to
on the left
Hoods on the
in the back, come on, to what
Let your feet
Brag to death
for the night

Niggas on the left, brag shit to
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on and to
Clan in da front, let your stomp