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 any weapon
When it's properly used almost invincible

Raw give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from
My will rock and shock the nation
the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with that's dead
You as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushing force, my force you're
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 Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm
Is through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns
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, it's the projects made me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like a wheeler
With a driver driving, there's no surviving

like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow hook
We got Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas gold teeth
Lamping in a eating beef
up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now, who niggas fathers

My are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the killa-bees on attack
My peoples are you with me you at?
Smoking meth cats on the block with the gats

I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau never get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits,
warming up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappining is happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands and
At the party when I move my
get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh, the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim
Or Alex Haley I'm a Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style,
be coming to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy from me
Trying to be a MC
The law, in order to enter the
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 killa-bees on
My peoples are you me where you at?
Smoking meth hitting cats on the with the gats

Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a life
On the mic while you was kicking fast shit
You tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember
That night yo I was hitting a spiked bat
And then you I was bugged out, and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became
Yo, nobody budge I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm running with thugs flood mugs
So grab your 8 + 1, start and tripping
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, when he
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 his stature
like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a
like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the system
Disguised a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these contain
on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And any motherfucking contender!