Luyện nghe bài hát Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'

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

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

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on
Rap styles vary, and like Mariah
I from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is coming with nuff niggas, and nuff guns
So if you come sweating, stressing contesting
You'll catch a sharp to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the
Phony niggas are outlined in
I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects me
to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like a wheeler
With a drunk driver driving, there's no

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

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

I go, deep type flow
Jacques could never get this low
I'm bombing shits, Boom
Just warming up a little bit, vroom
Rappining is what's
Keep the pockets stacked and then, 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 that
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle Bailey
Coming raw style,
Niggas be to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery me
to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in to enter the Wu-Tang
You bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah
Dirty Ol' low wit his flow
Introducing, the Killah!
No one get iller

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

Speaking of the psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a life
On the mic while you was kicking that fast
You reneged tried again, and got
Half mastered ass mad ruff task
When I struck I had on and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't 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, nobody budge I shot slugs
shot thugs, I'm running 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
What justifies the homicide, he dies?
In his own it's the
of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya
We an APB on an MC Killer
like the work of a Master
Evidence that his stature
Merciless like a hard to capture
The flow, changes a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune
like a lie paralyzing the victim
You scream, as it enters bloodstream
Erupts your brain the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the speed of a
And any motherfucking contender!