Luyện nghe bài hát Deadly Melody

As we return, to the 36
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol BZA
You-God, Chef, the Ghostface
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the
Don't forget the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start
Thunder, your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like from
The volts of relentless that multiplies
At a that the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I
I've not yet to stung
the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
then infiltrates
Breakin down your
Leavin competition defenseless,
antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade
the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip,
the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm stinger
See me on the address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
Sweet action rap
Bite it, on a beat
Possess head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the

Cock back my tongue a hammer, my head is like
A nickel-plated bammer, forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed
your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with pistols
the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

Home on the range, with a pen
Writin acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, me in

The killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't life one fuckin finga
Make sure to God I turns on the ringer
We the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, as it blows holes
Through your speaker
you weaker creepin inches centimeters
Fifty street sweeper
from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and one
Recognize the Gods came, for one
For one mind and one cause, that's the Son
them crows out position
You might hear me but you listen
Competition come and get on
Red marker still bleedin, the paper
Of his premeditated, murder caper

I with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all can't FUCK with us

Pass me the black velvet embassy killin me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy
Stand solar, vengeance with a crowbar
It's the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a
Plush the Canola Range off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey
It's like, stalkin through your airport a chunky nine

The undervolt Staten New
Blood sport gun talk fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back
Yo it's warfare you ring here, slugs fly through midair
thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't
These crime situations, I in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations remain
P.L.O., cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel
I be the all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze an inferno