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
in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your stomp
on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, 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 camoflouge large
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring that fuckin meth in
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink good Nightrain

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

I be that nigga from the psycho 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, niggaz the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks 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 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
Representing with the skill iller
to compare, get pierced just like 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, deadly episode
Bound to catch fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in spots Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with 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 up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake 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 right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up your county like the Maverick
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, 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 thick like
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a Master Killer
jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now all over
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and clovers