Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and the nation
the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang dead
You might as run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my force doubting
I'm making devils to the Caucus Mountains

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

Rough Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad
Bald heads, braids, blow this
We got chrome Tecs, nickel 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 gold teeth
in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't bother
I got forty 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 peoples are you me where you at?
Smoking meth hitting on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get low
I'm cherry shits, Boom
Just up a little bit, vroom vroom
is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, 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 when I rock that
puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim
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 enter the
You must bring the Ol' Dirty type slang
the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

My are you with me where 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

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 that fast
You reneged again, and got blasted
mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
Remember that shit? I know you remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a bat
And you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot
Never shot thugs, I'm with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start flipping and
is jetting I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and is the penalty
justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own it's the
Master of the Rapture coming at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the of a Master
indicates that his stature
Merciless like a terrorist to capture
The flow, changes a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you a dagger
technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie the victim
You scream, as it your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain thoughts contain
Moving on a with the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!