Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

Up the 36 Chambers
Heheh, the Ghost Face Killah

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a
Wu-Tang 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 Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the 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, Mista Hezakiah, better as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop through
Scientific Shabazz, my man Wise the Civilized
The Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin' down the motherfuckin' South end of things

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

The
come on, him the sword

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

The Wu is comin' through, the is critical
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a
On 34th Street, in the Square of
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, who's full of
'cause the hoe win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
And shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school
Like the and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad
So stop, the life you save may be your own
I'll your ass with this microphone
Make way for the of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with Metal Jackets
God squad mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard what he deserves

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

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

in da front, let your 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

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

Hoods on the
in the back, to what
Niggas on the
Hoods on the
Punks in the back, on, to what
Let feet stomp
Brag to death
for the night

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