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

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

Champion that I rock, you get your boots knocked
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 open six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, tracks
A'ight? I it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya breath before I it

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure that you can even fuck mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, save 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 root
PLO style, buddha with the owls
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 skill iller
to compare, get pierced 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 when 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 Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
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 up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like 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 Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up your
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 like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and DROP THAT SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is thick like
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers