Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

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

Wu-Tang Beez, we on a swarm
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 Bastard, Inspectah Deck, you-God
Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Cipher
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th
The White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, AKA The Rugged Child
Wales, Mista Hezakiah, better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru comin' through
Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Ron
down from the motherfuckin' South end of things

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

The
come on, him the sword

in da front, let your feet stomp
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
wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
On 34th Street, in the Square of
I gamed Ella, the caught a Fitz like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, full of sorrow
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will come out tomorrow
And shine shine shine gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on this like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang
With the and soul, of an old school flick
the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley and had mad kids
So stop, the life you may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of
comin' through with Full Metal Jackets
God that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard what he deserves

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

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

Clan in da front, let your stomp
on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, come on and to

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

on the right
Punks in the back, to
Niggas on the
Hoods on the
Punks in the back, on, to what
Let your feet
Brag shit to
for the night

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