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

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

This goes to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
GOOD VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin niggaz
Word to the large niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Niggaz
Save ya breath before I 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 pull a foul, save the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So who's the man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, the tribe of Shabazz
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill iller
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
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, chops ya
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a when he least expect
Ain't a thing 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 break strong winds up against
Abbot, run up through 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!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga like a Dutch Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! Now it's all
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green