Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw I'ma give it to ya, no trivia
Raw cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the
Like the Emancipation
MC's approach with slang 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 devils to the Caucus Mountains

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

Rough Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this
We got chrome Tecs, nickel Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat
I only been a 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
in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't even
I got forty niggas up in here now, who niggas fathers

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

I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could get this low
I'm bombing shits, Boom
Just 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 strength to the
Duh-Duh-Duh, the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Alex I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style,
Niggas be coming to the store
Coming to buy grocery me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to enter the
You must bring the Ol' Dirty type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Deck
Dirty Ol' low wit his flow
Introducing, the Killah!
No one could get

My are you with 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

Speaking of the psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking that fast
You tried again, and got blasted
mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That yo I was hitting 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 shot thugs, I'm running with thugs 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 is the penalty
What the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity the
Master of the Mantis Rapture at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
Looks the work of a Master
Evidence that his stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to
The flow, changes like a
Plays like a friend, and stabs you a dagger
This technique attacks the system
Disguised like a lie the victim
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a
And injure any contender!