Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and the nation
Like the Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang dead
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 Caucus

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on
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 sword to the
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the
Phony are outlined in chalk
I'm mad vexed, it's the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to 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 Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug styles in phat stacks
I only a good nigga for a minute though
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit niggas with gold teeth
in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't even
I got niggas up in here 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 block the gats

Here I go, type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is what's
Keep the pockets and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I my body
get up and be somebody!
Grab the put strength to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the Wu-Tang
Sure when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff
Rough, rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey
Coming raw style,
be coming to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery me
to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Deck
Ol' getting 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 killa-bees on
My peoples are you with me you at?
Smoking meth 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 past
On the mic while you was kicking fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a mask
Remember shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge I shot slugs
shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start and tripping
is jetting I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and death is the
What justifies the homicide, he dies?
In his own iniquity 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
like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and you like a dagger
This attacks the immune system
like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it your bloodstream
Erupts your from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga the speed of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!