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
it's properly used it's almost invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no
Raw like cocaine from Bolivia
My hip-hop will and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's
You might as run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my force doubting
I'm making devils cower to the Caucus

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

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

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 hitting cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type
Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
Just warming up a bit, vroom vroom
is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, clapping and
At the party when I move my
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the Wu-Tang
Sure enough when I rock that
Guff puff? I'm catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Ol' getting low wit his flow
Introducing, the Killah!
No one could get

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 meth hitting cats on the with 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 you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad task
When I struck I had on and a black mask
Remember that shit? I you don't remember jack
That night yo I was like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs flood mugs
So your 8 + 1, start flipping and tripping
is jetting I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and is the penalty
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 the work of a Master
Evidence indicates his stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, changes a chameleon
Plays a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique the immune system
Disguised a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it your bloodstream
your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a with the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!