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

Niggaz on the left, brag to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet
on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, for the night
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
Word to the camoflouge niggaz
Bitch fuckin my body
Bring fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we drink some good Nightrain

Champion gear I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that shit DOWN
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
but you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open six packs
Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like 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 that insane nigga 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 that shit one time!
And pull a foul, save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin 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, monks with the owls
So who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, 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
Dare to compare, get pierced just an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with
how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, 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 falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I strong winds up against your
Abbot, run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the

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

My my my
My Clan is thick plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came down with phat tracks that combine and
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green