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 to what
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, shit to death
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what

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

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my 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 insane nigga 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, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the of Shabazz
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill that's
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your 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, way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick like
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came down with phat tracks that and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers