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, wild for the
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your knocked
attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the from 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 to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Niggaz
ya breath 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 that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef 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, hyper off the root
PLO style, monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man?
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, 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
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill 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! Open the
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 stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? shit like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin 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 DROP THAT SCIENCE

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