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
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, shit to death
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what

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

Champion gear I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound,
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, one, phat tracks
I kick 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
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya before I bomb it

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the 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 FUCK you wanna do? More than Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So who's the 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 of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The strictly hardware
and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
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 seed'll be ill me
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

Yo
Ya stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Ya Neck
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I strong winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the
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 like plaster
Bust ya, 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 tracks that combine and interlock
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and green