Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw I'ma it to ya, with no trivia
Raw cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop rock 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 force, my force you're doubting
I'm making devils cower to the Mountains

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

like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad
heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel Macs
Black Ac's, drug styles 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
in a Lexus eating beef
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 me where you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the with the gats

Here I go, deep type
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm bombing shits, Boom
warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is what's
Keep the pockets stacked and then, clapping and
At the party when I my body
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure enough when I that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Alex I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the store
Coming to buy from me
to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard 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 killa-bees on
My are you with 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 past
On the mic while you was kicking that fast
You reneged tried again, and got
Half mastered ass style mad task
I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was like a spiked bat
And you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody while I shot slugs
Never thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, 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, when he
In his own iniquity the
Master of the Mantis Rapture at ya
We have an APB on an MC
Looks the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that his
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you a dagger
This technique attacks the system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the
You scream, as it your bloodstream
Erupts brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga the speed of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!