Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the
Like the Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's
You might as well run into the wall and bang your
I'm pushing force, my you're doubting
I'm making devils cower to the Mountains

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

Rough like Timberland wear,
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, this hook
We got chrome Tecs, plated Macs
Ac's, drug dealing 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 commercial-ass niggas with gold
Lamping in a Lexus beef
Straight up and down don't bother
I got niggas up in here now, who kill 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 hitting cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
Just warming up a bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is what's
the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping 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 zone
Sure enough when I that stuff
Guff puff? I'm catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle rhymes
Coming raw style,
Niggas be coming to the store
to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

My peoples are you with me 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 the God, get the shit right
trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic you was kicking that fast shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember
That night yo I was hitting like a bat
And then you I was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start and tripping
Niggas is I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and death is the
justifies the homicide, when he dies?
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
Plays like a friend, and you like a dagger
This technique the immune system
like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it enters your
Erupts brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a
And injure any contender!