Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

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

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on
Rap styles vary, and like Mariah
I from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is coming through nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweating, stressing
You'll catch a sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in
I'm mad vexed, what the projects made me
Rebel to the there's no way to barricade me
niggas like a eighteen wheeler
With a 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
heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat
I only been a good nigga for a 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
up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in now, who kill niggas fathers

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 cats on the block the gats

Here I go, type flow
Jacques Cousteau never get this low
I'm bombing shits, Boom
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
Rappining is happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, clapping and
At the party I move my body
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the
Duh-Duh-Duh, the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your tuff
Rough, kicking like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
Coming to buy from me
to be a hip-hop 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 killa-bees on attack
My peoples are you me where you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the with the gats

Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit
trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking fast shit
You tried again, and got blasted
mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
Remember that shit? I you don't remember jack
That yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was bugged out, and
Strapped for nonsense, me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
Never shot thugs, I'm running thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, flipping and tripping
Niggas is I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's and death is the penalty
justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own it's the
of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya
We have an APB on an MC
Looks the work of a Master
Evidence that his stature
like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This attacks the immune system
Disguised a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it enters your
your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a
And any motherfucking contender!