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

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

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

Champion gear I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and the sound, hardcore
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 ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method Bedrock, cause I rock 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 Garments
Save ya before I bomb it

I be that insane nigga from the ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that 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? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the
So who's the man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap 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 lands of the killer, rap
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a verse til ya head burst
I ramshack 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 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, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? shit like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they ass to the curb
I got fresh, like 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 thick plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons
stars and green clovers