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

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, and attract 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, c'mon and to what

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

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right 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, I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck 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 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 who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in 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 of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
Charged by the - 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 burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with 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
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin atcha ass a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My Clan is thick plaster
Bust ya, ya
a nigga back like a Dutch 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 smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and clovers