Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, wild for the
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what

goes back to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed
Word to the large niggaz
Bitch niggaz my body
Bring that fuckin in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna some good Nightrain

Champion gear I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it a Night Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, I rock ya head to bed
like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Niggaz
Save ya 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 with
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, monks with the owls
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body 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
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another charge when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks 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
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So clear the way, way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian
I bring death to a when he least expect
a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up 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 Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick fuckin ass to the curb
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 is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came with phat tracks that combine and interlock
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
stars and green clovers