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

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

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

I be that insane nigga from the 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 a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show,
The FUCK you wanna do? than Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the
So who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of
material, made by a madman
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing the skill that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
by the system - 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 burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks 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
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me like falopian 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 right 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? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin
Rhymes they be make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the whole
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP SCIENCE

My my my
My Clan is like plaster
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing hearts, yellow moons
orange and green clovers