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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing the skill that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
Flashback's how I attacked whole 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, chops ya
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my sword 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
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

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