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
in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your feet
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, for the night
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 niggaz
Bitch fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good

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

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha 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 leave you lost, like the tribe of
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill that's
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin charge I explode

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

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I death to a snake when he least expect
a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I break strong winds up your
Abbot, that run up through your county the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna 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 THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came down phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers