Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw I'ma it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine 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 force, my force you're doubting
I'm making devils to the Caucus Mountains

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

Rough like wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad
heads, braids, blow this hook
We got Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug styles in phat stacks
I only a good nigga for a minute though
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass with gold teeth
Lamping in a eating beef
Straight up and down don't 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 back on attack
My peoples are you me where you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the

I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
Just warming up a bit, vroom vroom
is what's 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 strength to the
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure enough I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna your bluff tuff
Rough, rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey
Coming raw style,
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
Coming to buy from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to enter the
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 are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the killa-bees 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 past
On the mic while you was kicking that fast
You tried again, and got blasted
Half ass style mad ruff task
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you remember jack
That 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 while I shot slugs
Never 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 and death is the penalty
justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own it's the
Master of the Mantis coming at ya
We have an APB on an MC
Looks like the of a Master
Evidence that 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
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the
You scream, as it enters your
Erupts your brain from the pain thoughts contain
on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!