Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

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

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

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

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

The
come on, give him the

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

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a
On Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch a Fitz like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, full of sorrow
'cause the hoe win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
And shine shine like gold mine
Here the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid the bone
get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who represent the Wu-Tang click
the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad
So stop, the you save may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass with microphone
way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's through with Full Metal Jackets
God that's mad hard to serve
Come hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

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

The response while I bomb ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up on a stage get rushed
I give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who you kid?
'cause I don't know ya show me what you know
I come sharp as a and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style
What's that in pants ah human feces!
Throw shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come with a fuckin' Pamper
How ya be ? You're better 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 I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I 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 to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, on and attract to

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

Niggas on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, wild for the
in the back, come on and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet