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

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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the method Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like 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 insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha 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 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
Representing the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
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, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
Abbot, that run up through county like the Maverick
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers