Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

The game of is like a sword fight
You must think before you move
Toad style is immensely strong and to nearly any weapon
When properly used it's almost invincible

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

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

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

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

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

My peoples are you with me you at?
In the front, in the back on attack
My peoples are you with me 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 you in a past life
On the mic while you was that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got
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 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 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 is the penalty
justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity the
Master of the Mantis Rapture at ya
We have an APB on an MC
like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates his stature
Merciless like a hard to capture
The flow, changes like a
Plays like a friend, and stabs you a dagger
technique attacks the immune system
Disguised a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a
And injure any contender!