Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

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

Wu-Tang Beez, we on a swarm
Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Beez, we on a swarm
Killa 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 Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, AKA The Rugged Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah, better 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
Thirty-six of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected
Choppin' off your motherfuckin'
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
Niggas on the left, brag to death
Now on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on and to

The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of a Miracle
On Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the caught a Fitz like Gerald-
Ine Ferraro, who's full of
the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
And shine shine shine like gold
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 just the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soul, of an old school
the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to 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
Wu-Tang's comin' through with Full Metal
God that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard what he deserves

Clan in da front, let your feet
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 bomb ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
Egos is the Wu-Tang 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 knows you
'cause I don't know ya therefore show me what you
I sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style
that in your pants ah human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the
time come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper
How ya be ? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and 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 throw the rhymes to the mic and I em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you
You can't fuck those in the major leagues

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

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

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

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