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
Wu-Tang Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a
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, Sixty Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The White
K.D. the Low Wrecka, Shyheim 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
Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' end of things

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

The
on, give him the sword

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

in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag to death
Now on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, 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
Souped up on a stage get rushed
I don't a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you
I don't know ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style
What's that in your ah human feces!
Throw shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin'
How ya sound be ? You're better off a
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 the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't on how you intrigue
You fuck with those in the major leagues

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

Clan in da front, let feet stomp
on the left, brag 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 feet stomp
shit to death
Wild for the

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