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 Beez, we on a swarm
Killa Beez, we on a swarm

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck,
Ghost Killer, the Method 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 Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah, better known as the Yin and the
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 from the South end of things

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

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 comin' through, the outcome is
Fuckin' wit my style, is of like a Miracle
On Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like
Ine Ferraro, who's full of
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will still out tomorrow
And shine shine shine gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on this mission Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who represent the Wu-Tang click
With the and soul, of an old school flick
the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the you save may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang ass with this microphone
Make way for the of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with Full Metal
God squad mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard what he deserves

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

The response while I that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass had you gassed
is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up on a stage get rushed
I give a god damn, on the shows you did
How rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
'cause I don't know ya therefore show me you know
I sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You so Pat as my style increases
What's in your pants ah human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the
Next come strapped 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 he's the one who the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with
I throw the to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't on how you intrigue
You can't fuck with those in the major

Clan in da front, let your feet
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 feet
Niggas on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the
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 your stomp
Brag to death
Wild for the

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