Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine from Bolivia
My hip-hop rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation
Weak MC's approach with that's dead
You might as well run the wall and bang your head
I'm force, my force 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 carry Mariah
I come the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff
So if you wanna sweating, stressing contesting
You'll a sharp sword to the midsection
talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in
I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas a eighteen wheeler
With a driver driving, there's no surviving

like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, this hook
We got chrome Tecs, plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in 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 commercial-ass niggas gold teeth
Lamping in a Lexus beef
Straight up and down don't even
I got forty up in here now, who kill niggas fathers

My are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back on attack
My peoples are you me where you at?
Smoking meth cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is happening
the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and
At the when I move my body
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure enough when I rock stuff
Guff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style,
Niggas be coming to the store
Coming to buy grocery me
to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

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

of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a life
On the mic while you was kicking fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
Remember that I know you don't remember jack
That yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became
Yo, nobody budge while I slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start flipping and
is jetting I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, he dies?
In his own it's the
Master of the Mantis coming at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates his stature
Merciless a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes a chameleon
Plays a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie the victim
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the of a centipede
And injure any contender!