Luyện nghe bài hát Clan In Da Front

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

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

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck,
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power
Twelve O'Clock, Sixty 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 Robocop comin'
Shabazz, my motherfuckin' man Wise the Civilized
The Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin' from the motherfuckin' South end of things

Killa beez all 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

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

The Wu is comin' through, the 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 will still come out
And shine shine like gold mine
Here the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Let's get on mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who represent the Wu-Tang click
the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad
So stop, the you save may be your motherfuckin' own
I'll hang ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of
Wu-Tang's comin' with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to
frontin' hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

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

The response while I bomb that ass, "You shit!"
wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin' the Wu-Tang
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 you kid?
'cause I don't ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you
You so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your ah human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the
time come strapped with a fuckin' Pamper
How ya sound be ? You're better off a
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 signs I hook up the beats clout
I throw the 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 leagues

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

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

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