Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

The game of chess is like a sword
You must think before you move
Toad style is immensely 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 straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the
Like the Emancipation
MC's approach with slang that's dead
You as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my force doubting
I'm making devils cower to the Mountains

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

like 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 chrome Tecs, nickel plated
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat
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 niggas gold teeth
Lamping in a eating beef
Straight up and down even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas

My are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back on attack
My peoples are you with me you at?
Smoking meth cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep flow
Jacques Cousteau could get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
Rappining is happening
Keep the pockets and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my
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 bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style,
be coming to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one could get

My peoples are you with me 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 it's the God, get the right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a life
On the mic you was kicking that fast shit
You tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad task
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting a spiked bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me lazy
Yo, budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with that flood mugs
So your 8 + 1, start flipping and tripping
Niggas is jetting I'm off son

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

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