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

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

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

I be that insane nigga from the ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit one time!
And pull a foul, save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
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 leave you lost, like the tribe of
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another fuckin when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I ramshack in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in like 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 seed'll be ill me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya
I get vexed, like up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway

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

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

My my my
My is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Manilla
I down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow
orange and green clovers