Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

The game of chess is a sword fight
You must think first you move
Toad style is immensely strong and to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used it's invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no
Raw like cocaine straight Bolivia
My hip-hop will and shock the nation
the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and your head
I'm pushing force, my you're doubting
I'm making devils cower to the Caucus

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on
Rap styles vary, and like Mariah
I come from the slum, and the isle I'm from
Is through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweating, contesting
You'll catch a sharp sword to the
Don't talk the talk, if you can't the walk
Phony niggas are in chalk
I'm mad vexed, what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain no way to barricade me
Steamrolling like a eighteen wheeler
With a driver driving, there's no surviving

Rough Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas bad looks
Bald heads, braids, this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing in phat stacks
I been a good nigga for a minute though
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit niggas with gold teeth
Lamping in a eating beef
up and down don't even bother
I got niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers

My are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on
My peoples are you with me you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the with the gats

Here I go, deep type
Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
is what's happening
Keep the stacked and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure enough when I rock that
Guff puff? I'm catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim
Or Alex I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the store
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to enter the
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

My peoples are you me where you at?
In the front, in the killa-bees on attack
My are you with me where you at?
Smoking hitting cats on the block with the gats

Speaking of the psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got
Half mastered ass style mad task
I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't jack
night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was bugged out, and
Strapped for nonsense, after me lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, flipping and tripping
is jetting I'm licking off son

Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!

Homicide's illegal and is the penalty
What the homicide, when he dies?
In his own it's the
Master of the Rapture coming at ya
We have an APB on an MC
Looks the work of a Master
Evidence indicates his stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, changes a chameleon
Plays a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain the pain these thoughts contain
on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!