Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

Up the 36 Chambers
Heheh, the Ghost Face Killah

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

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

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

The
come on, give him the

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

The Wu is through, the outcome is critical
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a
On Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, full of sorrow
'cause the hoe win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
And shine shine shine gold mine
comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid pass the
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 Mack and Dolemite, who both did
went to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the life you save may be motherfuckin' own
I'll your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of
Wu-Tang's comin' with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad to serve
Come hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

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

The response while I bomb that ass, "You shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggas on a stage get
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 as a blade and I cut you slow
You so Pat as my style increases
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
he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I em out
So it doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You fuck with those in the major leagues

Clan in da front, let feet stomp
Niggas on the left, shit 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, shit to death
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
on the right
Punks in the back, come on, to
Let your stomp
shit to death
Wild for the

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 your stomp