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

Niggaz on the left, brag 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
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to

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 drink good Nightrain

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

I be that insane from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure that you can even fuck with
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with shit one time!
And pull a foul, save the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this 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 with the
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
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
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 pierced just an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in spots like 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, like crashing up a phat-ass
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick 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 thick plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and clovers