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

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

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

Champion gear I rock, you get your 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, murder one, phat
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha with the owls
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, like the of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill that's
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with
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, ya neck
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So the way, make 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 meth got me open like tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I strong winds up against 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? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin 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 thick plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat that combine and interlock
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green