Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the
Like the Emancipation
Weak approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your
I'm pushing force, my you're doubting
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 from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you wanna sweating, stressing contesting
You'll catch a sharp to the midsection
talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony are outlined in chalk
I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects me
Rebel to the grain no way to barricade me
Steamrolling like a eighteen wheeler
a drunk driver driving, there's no surviving

Rough like wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the with bad looks
heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome Tecs, plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill fathers

My peoples are you me where 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 with the

I go, deep type flow
Jacques could never get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is what's
Keep the pockets and then, hands clapping and
At the party I move my body
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the Wu-Tang
Sure enough I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff
Rough, rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Dirty Ol' 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 with me you at?
Smoking meth cats on the block with the gats

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 you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I you don't remember jack
That yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you I was bugged out, and crazy
for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
shot thugs, I'm running with thugs 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!

Homicide's and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he
In his own iniquity the
Master of the Mantis coming at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
Looks the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that his
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, like a chameleon
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique the immune system
Disguised a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it your bloodstream
Erupts brain from the pain these thoughts contain
on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!