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

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

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

Champion 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 you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, tracks
A'ight? I it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Take All Niggaz Garments
ya breath before I bomb it

I be that insane nigga from the ward
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, this is MY show,
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So who's the man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I 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

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, Ghost thinks logic
how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, ya neck
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya
While the meth got me open like tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I strong winds up against your
Abbot, that run up your county like the Maverick
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

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

My my my
My Clan is like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons
stars and green clovers