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

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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
Then attack you 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 that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya to bed
Just like rockin Twin glocks!
Shake the ground my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually All Niggaz Garments
Save ya before 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 fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, is MY show, tical
The FUCK you do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
PLO style, monks with the owls
So who's the fucking man?
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The to leave 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
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just 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, deadly 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 spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with 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
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I 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 atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My Clan is thick plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers