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
Punks in the back, and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
Just like what? Twin glocks!
the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually All Niggaz 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 that you can even fuck mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng 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 you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared cause I just out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a thing 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 winds up against your
Abbot, that run up your county like the Maverick
Caps the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
atcha ass like 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 funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My Clan is thick like
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers