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

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

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

Champion gear I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, tracks
A'ight? I kick it a Night Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla 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 to war right now
So, yo,
We Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya before I bomb it

I be that insane 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 shit one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So the fucking man? 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, made by a
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 just an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge I explode

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

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya
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 strong winds up against your
Abbot, that run up your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
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 DROP THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick like
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers