Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

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

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

like Timberland 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
Ac's, drug dealing styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a though
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass with gold teeth
Lamping in a eating beef
Straight up and don't even bother
I got niggas 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 cats on the block with the

I go, deep type flow
Jacques could never get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
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 put strength to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, enter the zone
Sure when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff
Rough, kicking like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle rhymes
raw style, hardcore
Niggas be to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard slang
the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
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 killa-bees on
My peoples are you me where you at?
Smoking hitting cats on the block with 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 shit
You reneged again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad task
When I I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't jack
That night yo I was like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was out, and crazy
for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge I shot slugs
shot thugs, I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab 8 + 1, start flipping and tripping
is jetting I'm licking off son

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

Homicide's illegal and death is the
What justifies the homicide, when he
In his own iniquity the
Master of the Mantis coming at ya
We have an APB on an MC
Looks like the work of a
Evidence indicates his stature
Merciless like a hard to capture
The flow, like a chameleon
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzing the
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these contain
Moving on a nigga the speed of a centipede
And injure any contender!