Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Take that
morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you notty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage niggas
Bitch fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' 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 knocked
Then attack you like a pit lock shit down
As I come and the sound, hardcore
But giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer bees attack, flippin' what, one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it like a flite!
Word life, I get ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
Just like rockin' what? glocks!
Shake the ground my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now

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

I be that insane from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, I got the wu-tang sword
So how you figure that you can even 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 to do? more than spike lee's do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
Plo style, buddha monks the owls
So who's the fucking meth-tical
On the box

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

Slammin' a verse til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that
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 whole
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill me
Approachin' me, you out of respect, chops ya
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! open the
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, ya neck
zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my wu-tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
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? slicin' shit like a samurai
The ol' dirty vundabah
Ol' dirty clan of
Comin' atcha ass a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
Niggas be gettin' on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me want to they fuckin' ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and then drop that

My my my
My is thick like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a back like a dutch master killer
Style jumped off and killa,
I was the thriller in the manilla
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