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

Niggaz on the left, shit to death
Now hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and to what
in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to
Hoods on the right, for the night
Punks in the back, and attract to what

This goes back to
Ahem, it, yo
MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
Word to the large niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my
Bring that fuckin in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we drink some good Nightrain

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

I be insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me that shit 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 Spike Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So who's the 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 of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing 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 broke out the prison
by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to another fuckin charge when I explode

Slammin a hype-ass til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast 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 be ill like 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 like a slave

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

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

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