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

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

This goes to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
GOOD VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you notty-headed niggaz
Word to the large 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 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, flippin what, murder one, tracks
I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I ya head to bed
Just rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war 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 ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha with the owls
So who's the fucking Meth-Tical
On the

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, the tribe of Shabazz
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
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop hardware
Armed and cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly
Bound to catch another fuckin charge I explode

Slammin a verse til ya head burst
I dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with
how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill me
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, like a runaway slave

Yo
Ya gettin from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open falopian tubes
I death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, 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, that run up through your like the Maverick
through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

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

My my my
My is thick like plaster
Bust ya, ya
Slit a back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder
Blaow! Now all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and green