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

goes back to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin niggaz
to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch niggaz my body
Bring that meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good

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

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

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, Ghost thinks with
how I attacked your 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, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up through your like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? shit like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like 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 like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga 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 that combine and
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green