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, shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what

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

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, one, phat tracks
I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, I rock ya head to bed
like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya breath 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 that you can even fuck with 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, this is MY show,
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So who's the fucking man?
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, 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 that's
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

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 like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with
Flashback's how I 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 crashing up a phat-ass
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

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 least
a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I break strong winds up your
Abbot, that run up through your county the Maverick
Caps the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' clan of terrorists
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and DROP THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came down with tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
stars and green clovers