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

Niggaz on the left, brag 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 stomp
Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to

This goes back to
Ahem, it, yo
GOOD VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin niggaz
to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch fuckin my body
that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, 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 rock ya to bed
Just like what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground my beats 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 that insane nigga the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure that you can even fuck mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, save the beef 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, off the ginseng root
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 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 that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The strictly hardware
and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
how I attacked your whole project
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 clear the way, way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
Rhymes they be 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 THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is 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 phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green