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

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what
in da front, let your feet 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 to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed
to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna some good Nightrain

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
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 it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
like rockin 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 Niggaz
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can fuck with 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 wanna do? More Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
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 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 with the skill that's
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill me
Approachin me, you out of respect, 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 open like falopian
I bring death to a snake 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 bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers