Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

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

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 coming through nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you come sweating, stressing contesting
You'll a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you walk the walk
Phony are outlined in chalk
I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling like a eighteen wheeler
a drunk driver driving, there's no surviving

Rough Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas bad looks
Bald heads, braids, this hook
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 beef wit commercial-ass niggas with teeth
Lamping in a Lexus eating
Straight up and down don't bother
I got forty niggas up in now, who kill niggas fathers

My peoples are you with me 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

Here I go, type flow
Jacques Cousteau could get this low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just 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 to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that
Guff puff? I'm catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard slang
the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
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 block 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 you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I you don't remember jack
night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that mugs
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 death is the
What justifies the homicide, he dies?
In his own it's the
of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
like the work of a Master
Evidence that his stature
Merciless like a terrorist to capture
The flow, changes like a
Plays like a friend, and stabs you a dagger
This attacks the immune system
like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain thoughts contain
on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!