Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw I'ma give it to ya, no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from
My hip-hop rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation
Weak MC's with slang that's 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 on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like
I come from the slum, and the isle I'm from
Is coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff
So if you come sweating, stressing contesting
You'll catch a sharp to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't the walk
Phony are outlined in chalk
I'm mad vexed, what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to me
Steamrolling like a eighteen wheeler
With a drunk driving, there's no surviving

Rough like wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out
Peace to all the crooks, all the with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow hook
We got chrome Tecs, plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing in phat stacks
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 teeth
Lamping in a eating beef
Straight up and don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who 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 with the gats

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

My peoples are you with me 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
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 struck I had on Timbs and a mask
Remember that shit? I you don't remember jack
night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you I was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became
Yo, budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood
So your 8 + 1, start flipping and tripping
Niggas is I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and death is the
What 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 like the of a Master
Evidence indicates his stature
Merciless a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, like a chameleon
Plays a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique the immune system
Disguised like a lie the victim
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the of a centipede
And injure any contender!