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
Killa 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 Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The 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 Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin' down the motherfuckin' South end of things

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

The
come on, him the sword

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

Clan in da front, let 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 response while I bomb that ass, "You shit!"
Your ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin' the crush
Souped up on a stage get rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you
'cause I don't know ya therefore show me you know
I come as a blade and I cut you slow
You so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ah feces!
your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped 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
Anyway he's the one who 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 can't fuck with those in the leagues

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

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

Hoods on the
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 to death
Hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, on and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet