Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

Up from the 36
Heheh, the Ghost Face Killah

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

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Deck, you-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master
Raw Desire, LeVon, Cipher
O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand
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 Robocop comin'
Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, and Popa Ron
down from the motherfuckin' South end of things

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

The
come on, him the sword

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

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

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

The response while I bomb ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass had you gassed
is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggas on a get rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the you did
How many you got, or who knows you kid?
'cause I don't know ya therefore show me what you
I come sharp as a and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style
What's that in your ah human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the
Next time come strapped with a fuckin'
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 he's the one who 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 really matter on how you intrigue
You fuck with those in the major leagues

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

on the right
Punks in the back, to
on the left
Hoods on the
Punks in the back, come on, to
Let your feet
Brag shit to
Wild for the

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