Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

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

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on
Rap vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm
Is coming with nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweating, stressing
You'll catch a sharp sword to the
Don't the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are in chalk
I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects me
Rebel to the grain no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas a eighteen wheeler
With a drunk driver driving, 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, this hook
We got Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing styles in 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 eating beef
up and down don't even bother
I got forty 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 are you with me where you at?
Smoking meth hitting on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type
Jacques Cousteau never get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
is what's happening
Keep the stacked and then, hands clapping and
At the party when I move my
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure enough when I rock stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna your bluff tuff
Rough, rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop
Coming to buy from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Deck
Dirty Ol' low wit his flow
Introducing, the Killah!
No one could get

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

Speaking of the devil psych, no the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking that shit
You reneged tried again, and got
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
Remember that shit? I you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became
Yo, budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start flipping and
Niggas is jetting I'm 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 it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture at ya
We have an APB on an MC
Looks like the work of a
Evidence indicates his stature
like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you a dagger
This technique attacks the immune
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 speed of a
And injure any contender!