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

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your 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
GOOD VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you notty-headed niggaz
Word to the camoflouge niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring that fuckin in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
Then attack you like a pit lock shit DOWN
As I come and the sound, hardcore
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
A'ight? I it like 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 rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya breath before I it

I be that insane nigga the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the 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 ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, monks with the owls
So who's the fucking 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 of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to another fuckin 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, thinks with logic
Flashback's how I your whole 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, ya neck
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! 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 falopian tubes
I bring death to a when he least expect
a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up your
Abbot, run up through your county like 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 VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the experience
Let it be applied, and THEN THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick like
ya, slash 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 that combine and interlock
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers