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
Punks in the back, 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
in the back, c'mon and attract to what

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

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

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

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of
Murderous material, made by a
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
and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and 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 whole 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, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a when he least expect
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, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
Abbot, that run up through your like the Maverick
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' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin 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 whole
Let it be applied, and DROP THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick like
Bust ya, ya
Slit a back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! Now all over
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green