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

This goes back to
Ahem, it, yo
MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
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 like a pit that lock shit
As I come and the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya 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 Take All Niggaz Garments
ya breath before I bomb 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 fuck mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the
So who's the fucking man?
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap has
The force to leave you lost, like the of Shabazz
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill iller
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in spots 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 be ill like 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! the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me like falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
Abbot, run up through 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 of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My Clan is thick like
Bust ya, ya
a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers