Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

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

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a
Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a
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, Cipher
O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand
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 Robocop through
Scientific Shabazz, my man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' end of things

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

The
come on, give him the

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

The Wu is through, the outcome is critical
Fuckin' wit my style, is sort of like a
On 34th Street, in the of Herald
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like
Ine Ferraro, who's of sorrow
'cause the hoe didn't win but the sun still come out tomorrow
And shine shine shine gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on this like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang
With the game and soul, of an old flick
the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad
So stop, the life you save may be motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass with this
Make way for the of traffic
comin' through with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to
Come frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz he deserves

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

The response while I that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass had you gassed
is somethin' the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggas on a stage get
I give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you
'cause I don't know ya show me what you know
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 drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped a fuckin' Pamper
How ya sound be ? You're 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 signs I hook up the beats clout
I the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't fuck with those in the major

Clan in da front, let feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, come on and to

Clan in da front, let feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to
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
Hoods on the
Punks in the back, on, to what
Let your feet
Brag to death
for the night

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