Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Take that
morning Vietnam!
Yeah, morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
to the camouflage 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 gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit lock shit down
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer bees attack, what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it a night flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from bedrock, I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin' what? twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just you down
Raw sound, we going to war now

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

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

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap has
The force to leave you lost, like the of shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared cause I just out the prison
by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and rock
I ran up in spots 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 seed'll be ill me
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? killer? slicin' shit like a
The ol' dirty bastard
Ol' dirty 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 fuckin' ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the experience
Let it be applied, and drop that science

My my my
My clan is thick like
ya, slash ya
Slit a back like a dutch master killer
jumped off and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the ali-frazier
I came down with phat tracks that and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! now all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, moons
stars and green clovers