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
in the back, c'mon and attract to what
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, and attract to what

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

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, what, murder one, phat tracks
I kick it like 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 like rockin what? glocks!
Shake the while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be that insane nigga the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you figure that you can fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show,
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
PLO style, buddha monks with the
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 leave you lost, like the tribe of
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing the skill that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another fuckin when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with
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, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through county like the Maverick
through the tablets, I gots to make 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 a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, 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 plaster
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 tracks that combine and interlock
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green