Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and the nation
Like the Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang head
I'm pushing force, my force you're
I'm making devils cower to the Caucus

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

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

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

Here I go, type flow
Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is what's
the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my
get up and be somebody!
Grab the put strength to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the Wu-Tang
Sure enough when I that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your tuff
Rough, rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style,
Niggas be to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy from me
to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

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

Speaking of the devil psych, no the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I 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 you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, flipping and tripping
Niggas is I'm licking 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
Master of the Mantis Rapture at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the of a Master
Evidence indicates his stature
like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, like a chameleon
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This attacks the immune system
Disguised a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it enters your
Erupts your brain from the pain these contain
Moving on a with the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!