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

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

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

Champion that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that shit DOWN
As I come and the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I it like a Night Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? glocks!
Shake the while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Niggaz
Save ya breath before I it

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, 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 with the owls
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, the tribe of Shabazz
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
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
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like tubes
I bring death to a when he least expect
Ain't a thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up your
Abbot, that run up through your county like the
Caps the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna 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 THAT

My my my
My is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers