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 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, the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th
The White
K.D. the Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child
Doo-Doo Wales, Hezakiah, better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru comin' through
Scientific Shabazz, my man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, and Popa Ron
Comin' down from the motherfuckin' South end of

Killa beez all over your fuckin'
Thirty-six chambers of
Three-hundred and degrees of perfected styles
Choppin' off your motherfuckin'
Peace, and every fuckin'
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Island
The motherfuckin' Bronx, beez

The
come on, him the sword

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

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, who's full of
the hoe didn't win but the sun will 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 click
With the game and soul, of an old flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who did bids
Claudine went to High and had mad kids
So stop, the you save may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang your ass with this
Make way for the of traffic
Wu-Tang's comin' through Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad to serve
frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

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

The response I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!"
Your wack ass town had you
Egos is the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up on a stage get rushed
I give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many you got, or who knows you kid?
'cause I don't know ya therefore me what you know
I sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my increases
What's that in your ah human feces!
Throw shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a Pamper
How ya be ? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the G, and it's 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 with clout
I throw the to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you
You can't with those in the major leagues

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

in da front, let your 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
on the left
Hoods on the
Punks in the back, come on, to
Let your stomp
Brag to death
Wild for the

on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the
Punks in the back, come on and to
in da front, let your feet stomp