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

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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, one, phat tracks
I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I 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 shit one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

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, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

Slammin a 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 with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill me
Approachin me, you out of respect, ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
they be kickin 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 thick plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green