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

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

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

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

I be that insane nigga the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So the fucking man? Meth-Tical
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
Murderous material, made by a
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 strictly hardware
Armed and geared I just broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks logic
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
Approachin me, you out of respect, ya neck
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

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

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

My my my
My Clan is like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came down with phat that combine and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow
stars and green clovers