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 your stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, and attract to what

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

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that shit DOWN
As I come and the sound, hardcore
but giving you and more, like 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 that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya to bed
like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually All Niggaz Garments
Save ya before 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 figure 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 milkin this ho, is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the

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

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in spots like 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, ya neck
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya
While the meth got me open like tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong 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 shit like a
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
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 experience
Let it be applied, and DROP THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My is thick like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
jumped 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
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers