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
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, and attract to what

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

Champion gear I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? glocks!
the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually 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 sword
So how you figure that you can even with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz 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 ginseng
PLO style, buddha monks with the
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
Representing with the skill that's
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared cause I just out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks logic
Flashback's how I attacked whole 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, chops ya
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
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 falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up through county like the Maverick
Caps the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

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

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