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

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now on the right, wild for the night
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, for the night
Punks in the back, and attract to what

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

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

I be that 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 shit 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, off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body 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 lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the that's iller
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another fuckin when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My be ill like me
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, 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 like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up your
Abbot, that run up through your county the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
they be kickin make me wanna 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
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down phat tracks that combine and interlock
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers