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

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, and attract to what
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag to death
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 motherfuckin niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring fuckin meth 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 that shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Niggaz
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 figure that you can fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the 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, hyper off the root
PLO style, monks with the owls
So who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body 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 just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort 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 seed'll be ill 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 like a slave

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Ya Neck
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your like the Maverick
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes be kickin make me wanna kick 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 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 Manilla
I came down with tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow
stars and green clovers