Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2

Niggaz on the left, brag to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the
in the back, c'mon and attract 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 back to nineteen
Ahem, it, yo
GOOD VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you notty-headed niggaz
Word to the large niggaz
niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some Nightrain

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

I be that 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 with that one time!
And pull a foul, save the beef on the cow
I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the root
PLO style, buddha monks the owls
So who's the fucking man?
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
Murderous material, made by a
the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap
with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly
Armed and geared cause I just out the prison
Charged by the system - for the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, deadly episode
Bound to catch fuckin charge when I explode

a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack 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, Ghost 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
Approachin me, you out of respect, ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a Lex'
So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a slave

Yo
Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian
I bring death to a snake he least expect
Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my
The pencil, I break strong up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county like the
Caps through the tablets, I gots to the fabrics

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit a samurah
The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, that PISS!
be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes be kickin make me wanna 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
ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer
Style off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier
I came down with phat tracks combine and interlock
Like getting by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, moons
orange stars and green