Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Take that
morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' niggas
to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in
Yo yo yo yo
Now we drink some good night train
And yo, set it off

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

So, yo,
We usually take all niggas
Save ya breath before I it

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

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

Slammin' a verse til ya head burst
I ram shack in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and rock
I ran up in spots fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
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 lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! open the
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin' from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a damn changed, boy, protect ya neck
zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein' bought through my
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county the maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the

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

My my my
My is thick like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a dutch killer
Style jumped off and killa,
I was the thriller in the ali-frazier
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! now it's all
Niggas seeing pink hearts, moons
Orange stars and clovers