Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
As I come and freaks the sound,
But giving you more and more, 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 while I'm spite!
Check the from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin' what? twin glocks!
the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now

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

I be that insane nigga from the psycho
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the wu-tang
So how you figure that you can even fuck mine?
Hey, yo, Rza! hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas the beef on the cow
I'm this 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 with the
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 tribe of
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
and geared cause I just broke 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 hype-ass verse til ya head
I ram dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and hard
I ran up in spots fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
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 up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? killer? slicin' like a samurai
The ol' bastard vundabah
Ol' dirty of terrorists
Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, 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 clan is like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a dutch killer
jumped off and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the manilla
I down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! now all over
Niggas pink hearts, yellow moons
stars and green clovers