Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw I'ma give it to ya, no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight Bolivia
My hip-hop will and shock the nation
Like the Proclamation
MC's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and your 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 Mariah
I come the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is coming through with niggas, and nuff guns
So if you wanna sweating, stressing contesting
catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you walk the walk
niggas are outlined 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 driver driving, there's no surviving

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

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

Here I go, type flow
Jacques could never get this low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is what's
Keep the pockets and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the
Duh-Duh-Duh, the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle rhymes
Coming raw style,
Niggas be to the hip-hop store
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
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 killa-bees on
My peoples are you 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 killed you in a life
On the mic while you was kicking fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got
Half ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on 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 out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became
Yo, budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start and tripping
Niggas is I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and death is the
justifies 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 like the work of a
indicates that his stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, like a chameleon
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the system
like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it enters your
Erupts your brain from the these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!