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 feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag to death
on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what

This goes back to
Ahem, it, yo
GOOD VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed
Word to the camoflouge niggaz
Bitch niggaz my body
Bring fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna some good Nightrain

Champion gear that I rock, you get your knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit
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, tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm spite!
Check the from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you
Raw sound, we to war right now
So, yo,
We Usually All Niggaz 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 figure that you can 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 this ho, is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike 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 leave the mic in bags, my rap style 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 lands of the killer, rap
Representing with the that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
Charged by the - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another fuckin when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to and hardrock
I ran up in like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
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 phat-ass
So clear the way, make way, yo! the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I death 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, bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against
Abbot, that run up 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 VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of
Comin ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna 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 Clan is thick like
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Killer
Style jumped off and Killa,
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came down with phat that combine and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and clovers