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

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

This back to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin niggaz
to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring that 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 come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Killer attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
I kick it like 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 rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya before I bomb it

I be that insane nigga from the psycho
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha monks with the
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's
to compare, get pierced just 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, deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack 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, thinks 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 Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian
I bring death to a snake when he least
a damn thing 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 my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
Abbot, that run up your county like the Maverick
through 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 VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came down with tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow
stars and green clovers