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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your knocked
attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, 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 ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be that insane from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef 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 monks with the
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 of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing the skill 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 deadly
Bound to catch another charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost 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
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

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

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

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