Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

Up from the 36
Heheh, it's the Ghost Face

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

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck,
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master
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 as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin'
Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, and Popa Ron
Comin' down from the South end of things

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

The
on, give him the sword

Clan in da front, let feet 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 Wu is comin' through, the outcome is
wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle
On 34th Street, in the Square of
I Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, who's full of
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun still come out tomorrow
And shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the monk, with a quart of Ballentine
the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this mission like Jones, the GZA
One who represent 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
way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through with Full Jackets
God squad that's mad to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Goetz what he deserves

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

The while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggas on a get rushed
I don't a god damn, on the shows you did
How rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
'cause I know ya therefore show me what you know
I sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You so Pat as my style increases
What's that in pants ah human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the
Next time come strapped with a fuckin'
How ya sound be ? better off a quitter
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 throws the I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you
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
in the back, come on and attract to

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

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