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

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let feet stomp
on the left, brag 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 niggaz
Word to the camoflouge niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring that fuckin in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear 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 and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, tracks
I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
the method 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 to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya before I bomb it

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So who's the fucking 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 skill that's
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

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

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the got me open like falopian tubes
I death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Ya Neck
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county 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 VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and THEN THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick plaster
Bust ya, 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
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and clovers