Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

The game of chess is like a fight
You must think before you move
Toad style is strong and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly it's almost invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from
My will rock and shock the nation
Like the Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with that's dead
You might as well run the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my force you're
I'm making cower to the Caucus Mountains

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

Rough like Timberland wear,
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out
to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel Macs
Black Ac's, drug styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a though
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass with gold teeth
Lamping in a Lexus eating
Straight up and down don't even
I got forty niggas up in now, who kill niggas fathers

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

I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau never get this low
I'm bombing shits, Boom
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
Rappining is happening
Keep the pockets and then, hands clapping and
At the party I move my body
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 gonna your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
Coming to buy grocery me
to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in to enter the Wu-Tang
You must the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Dirty Ol' low wit his flow
Introducing, the Killah!
No one could get

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

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

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

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