Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

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

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

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Deck, you-God
Ghost Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th
The Brand
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
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Ron
Comin' down the motherfuckin' South end of things

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

The
come on, him the sword

Clan in da front, let your stomp
Niggas on the left, 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 outcome is
wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
On Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, who's of sorrow
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun will still out tomorrow
And shine shine shine like mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on this mission like Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the click
With the game and soul, of an old flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who did bids
Claudine went to Cooley and had mad kids
So stop, the life you save may be your own
hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the of traffic
comin' through with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to
frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

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

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

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

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

Hoods on the
Punks in the back, to
Niggas on the
Hoods on the
in the back, come on, to what
Let your stomp
shit to death
Wild for the

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