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 immensely and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly it's almost invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no
Raw like straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and the nation
Like the Emancipation
Weak MC's with slang that's dead
You might as well run the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my you're doubting
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 from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you come sweating, stressing contesting
catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are in chalk
I'm mad vexed, it's the projects made me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling 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, this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated
Black Ac's, dealing 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 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 kill niggas

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

Here I go, deep type
Jacques Cousteau never get this low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just up a little bit, vroom vroom
is what's happening
Keep the pockets 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
enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff
Rough, kicking like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle rhymes
Coming raw style,
Niggas be coming to the store
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to enter the
You must bring the Ol' Dirty 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 killa-bees on
My peoples are you with me you at?
Smoking meth cats on the block with the gats

Speaking of the psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a life
On the mic you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a mask
Remember shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting a spiked bat
And you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood
So grab your 8 + 1, start and tripping
Niggas is jetting I'm off son

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

Homicide's illegal and is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, he dies?
In his own iniquity the
Master of the Mantis Rapture at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a
Evidence that his stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a
This technique the immune system
Disguised like a lie the victim
You scream, as it enters your
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts
Moving on a nigga the speed of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!