Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw I'ma give it to ya, no trivia
Raw like cocaine from Bolivia
My hip-hop will and shock the nation
the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with 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 cower to the Caucus Mountains

I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the slum, and the isle I'm from
Is coming through nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you wanna sweating, stressing contesting
You'll catch a sharp to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you walk the walk
Phony niggas are in chalk
I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like a wheeler
With a drunk 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 niggas bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute
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 don't even bother
I got niggas up in here 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 with me you at?
Smoking meth cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, type flow
Jacques Cousteau never get this low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands 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 Wu-Tang
Sure when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim
Or Alex Haley I'm a Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
Coming to buy grocery me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type
the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

My are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back on attack
My are you with me where you at?
meth hitting cats on the block with 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 while you was kicking fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that I know 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, after me became
Yo, nobody while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that mugs
So your 8 + 1, start flipping and tripping
Niggas is I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and is the penalty
What the homicide, when he dies?
In his own it's the
Master of the Mantis coming at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that his
Merciless like a terrorist to capture
The flow, like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a
This technique attacks the system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts
Moving on a nigga with the of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!