Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

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

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

So, yo,
We take all niggas garments
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you that 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' this ho, this is my show,
The fuck you want to do? more than lee's do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
Plo style, monks with the owls
So who's the fucking meth-tical
On the box

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style 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 of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge I explode

Slammin' a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ram shack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin', to blast and hard rock
I ran up in spots fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, ghost thinks with
Flashback's how I your whole 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 the way, make way, yo! open the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

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

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

My my my
My clan is thick like
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 and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange and green clovers