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 strong and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly it's almost invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no
Raw like cocaine straight from
My hip-hop rock and shock the nation
the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with that's dead
You might as well run the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my force doubting
I'm devils 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 with nuff niggas, and guns
So if you wanna come sweating, stressing
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, what the projects made me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling 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 niggas bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow hook
We got chrome Tecs, plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat
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 with gold
Lamping in a eating beef
Straight up and down don't bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas

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

I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm bombing shits, Boom
Just warming up a bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, clapping and
At the party when I my body
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure enough I rock that stuff
puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the store
Coming to buy from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Dirty Ol' low wit his flow
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

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

Speaking of the psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past
On the mic while you was kicking that shit
You tried again, and got blasted
Half ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
Remember shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a bat
And then you I was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
Never thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start and tripping
Niggas is jetting I'm 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 iniquity the
of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya
We have an APB on an MC
like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that his
Merciless like a hard to capture
The flow, like a chameleon
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts
on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!