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

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your stomp
Niggaz on the left, shit to death
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 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 good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get your knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I 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 Garments
Save ya breath before I 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 with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, 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, 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 to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
material, made by a madman
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 cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch 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 like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
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 the way, make 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 got me open like falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
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? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and THEN THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick like
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
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 it's all
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow
orange stars and clovers