Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber

Take that
Good Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you notty-headed niggas
Word to the large niggas
Bitch fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna some good night train
And yo, set it off

Champion gear that I rock, you get boots knocked
attack you like a pit that lock shit down
As I and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you more and more, ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six
Killer attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it a night flite!
Word life, I get that ass I'm fulla spite!
the method from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just rockin' what? twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my just break you down
Raw sound, we to war right now

So, yo,
We usually take all garments
Save ya before 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 fuck with 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 want to do? more spike lee's do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
Plo style, buddha monks the owls
So the fucking man? meth-tical
On the box

Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has
The to leave you lost, like the tribe of shabazz
Murderous material, by a madman
the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
Representing the skill that's iller
to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I broke out the prison
by the system, for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another episode
Bound to catch another charge when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ram shack dead in the track, and that's
Rap assassin, fastin', quick to blast and rock
I ran up in like fort knox!
I'm hot, top notch, thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole
I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die
My be ill like me
me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, crashing up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, way, yo! open 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 fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, ya neck
zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my wu-tang sword right ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county the maverick
Caps the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? killer? shit like a samurai
The ol' dirty vundabah
Ol' dirty of terrorists
Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, that piss!
Niggas be gettin' on my nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' me want to kick they fuckin' ass to the curb
I got fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, ya
This experience is for the experience
Let it be applied, and drop that science

My my my
My clan is thick like
Bust ya, ya
Slit a nigga back like a dutch killer
Style off and killa, hill-er
I was the thriller in the ali-frazier
I came down with tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a block
Blaow! now all over
seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and clovers