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, Cipher
O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged
Wales, Mista Hezakiah, better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru comin' through
Scientific Shabazz, my man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, and Popa Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of

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

The
on, give him the sword

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

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of a Miracle
On 34th Street, in the Square of
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 come out tomorrow
And shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, a quart of Ballentine
the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the click
With the game and soul, of an old flick
Like the and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the life you may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass this microphone
Make way for the of traffic
Wu-Tang's through with Full Metal Jackets
God that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Goetz what he deserves

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

The response I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang
Souped up niggas on a get rushed
I give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you
'cause I don't know ya therefore show me you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you
You become so Pat as my increases
What's that in your ah human feces!
your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a Pamper
How ya sound be ? better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, my man
Anyway he's the one who the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats clout
I throw the to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you
You can't fuck those in the major leagues

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

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

Hoods on the
in the back, to what
Niggas on the
on the right
Punks in the back, come on, to
Let your stomp
Brag shit to
for the night

Niggas on the left, shit to death
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, on and attract to
in da front, let your feet stomp