Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Take that
morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed
Word to the camouflage large
Bitch niggas 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 boots
attack 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 like six
Killer attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it like a flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
like rockin' what? twin glocks!
Shake the ground my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now

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

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

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

Slammin' a hype-ass 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 like fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, ghost thinks with
Flashback's how I attacked 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, 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 like fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck
Ruler zig zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein' through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up your county like the maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

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

My my my
My clan is thick plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a dutch master
Style off and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the ali-frazier
I came down with phat that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! now all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow
Orange stars and green