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
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the
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
to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch fuckin my body
that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good

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

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So the fucking man? 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
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass til ya head burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks logic
Flashback's how I attacked your 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, ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the got me open like falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya
Suspenseful, plus bein bought 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
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be make me wanna 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 THEN DROP THAT

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