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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that 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? More Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng 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 skill iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I

Slammin a hype-ass til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked 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, like crashing up a phat-ass
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, 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 through county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin make me 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 THEN DROP THAT

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