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

Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
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

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

Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
Then you like a pit that lock 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 a Night Flite!
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, I rock ya head to bed
Just like what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just you down
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Garments
Save ya breath I bomb it

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha 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 you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
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 - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch another charge when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort 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 be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
So clear the way, way, yo! Open 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 like falopian tubes
I bring to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya
Ruler Zig Zag, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought my utensil
The pencil, I break winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through 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' Dirty of terrorists
Comin atcha ass a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be kickin me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT

My my my
My is thick like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now all over
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers