Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

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

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

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

I be that insane nigga from the 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 with shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas save the on the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show,
The fuck you to do? more than spike lee's do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
Plo style, buddha monks with the
So the fucking man? meth-tical
On the box

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like 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
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I

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

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a killer? slicin' shit like a samurai
The ol' bastard vundabah
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' piss!
Niggas be gettin' on my nerves
Rhymes they be make me want to kick they 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 drop that

My my my
My clan is like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a master killer
Style jumped off and killa,
I was the thriller in the manilla
I came down with phat tracks combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! now all over
Niggas pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green