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
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

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

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

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
PLO style, buddha monks with the
So who's the fucking man?
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 of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch fuckin 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 and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost 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, chops ya
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, 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
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP SCIENCE

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