Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

Up from the 36
Heheh, it's the Ghost Killah

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

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Bastard, Inspectah Deck, you-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th
The White
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 the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, and Popa Ron
Comin' down the motherfuckin' South end of things

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

The
come on, him the sword

Clan in da front, let your feet
Niggas on the left, brag shit to
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 of like a Miracle
On 34th Street, in the Square of
I gamed Ella, the caught a Fitz like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, who's full of
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will still out tomorrow
And shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the
Let's get on mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who represent the Wu-Tang click
With the and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did
Claudine went to High and had mad kids
So stop, the you save may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll your ass with this microphone
way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad to serve
Come hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

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

The response while I bomb ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
Egos is somethin' the crush
up niggas on a stage get rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the you did
How many rhymes you got, or who you kid?
I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
I come as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style
What's that in pants ah human feces!
your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come with a fuckin' Pamper
How ya sound be ? You're off a quitter
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 to the mic and I strike em out
So it doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't fuck with in the major leagues

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

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

Hoods on the
Punks in the back, to
Niggas on the
Hoods on the
Punks in the back, on, to what
Let your feet
shit to death
Wild for the

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