Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Take motherfucker
Good Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you notty-headed niggas
Word to the large niggas
Bitch niggas my body
that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna some good night train
And yo, set it off

Champion that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
As I come and freaks the sound,
But you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat
Aight? I it like a night flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin' what? glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just you down
Raw sound, we to war right now

So, yo,
We usually take all garments
Save ya before I bomb it

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you figure that you can fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, is my show, tical
The fuck you want to do? more than spike do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
Plo style, buddha monks with the
So who's the man? meth-tical
On the box

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode

Slammin' a hype-ass til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard
I ran up in like fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, ghost thinks with
Flashback's how I attacked your project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My be ill like me
Approachin' me, you out of respect, ya neck
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open fallopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya
zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my wu-tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
Abbot, that run up through your county the maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? slicin' shit like a samurai
The ol' bastard vundabah
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' piss!
be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me want to kick they fuckin' ass to the
I got funky fresh, the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and then that science

My my my
My clan is thick like
Bust ya, ya
a nigga back like a dutch master killer
Style jumped off and killa,
I was the in the ali-frazier manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! now it's all
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow
Orange stars and green