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

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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit lock shit DOWN
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, 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 what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Take All Niggaz 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 that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show,
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So the fucking man? 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
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the skill iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks 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, ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I strong winds up against 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 warrior? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they 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 THEN DROP SCIENCE

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