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 to what
Clan in da front, let your feet
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, wild for the
in the back, c'mon and attract to what

This goes 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
that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some Nightrain

gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
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 like six
Killer attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
Check the from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just you down
Raw sound, we going to war now
So, yo,
We Usually Take All Niggaz
Save ya before I bomb it

I be that nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang
So how you figure that you can even fuck with
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the on the cow
I'm milkin ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, monks with the owls
So who's the man? Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap has
The to leave you lost, like 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 skill iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared cause I just out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya burst
I ramshack 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 with
Flashback's how I attacked your 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 crashing up a Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

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

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin 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 DROP THAT SCIENCE

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