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

Niggaz on the left, brag 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 feet
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, and attract to what

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your knocked
Then attack you like a pit that shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually 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 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 with the owls
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap has
The force to you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with
Flashback's how I your whole project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill me
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass 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 meth got me open like tubes
I death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I to make the fabrics

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

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