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 for the foreclosure
Don't forget the Masta, yo

halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a
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, peep the weapon-try as I atomically
Stagnant stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
Penetrates then
Breakin your resistance
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb and blind civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade
the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker vice-grip, choke
the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold
See me on the streets address me stone
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a
Possess hollow head battle teeth Atlas
Wu status, now, to the masses

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

on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically acclaimed scriptures do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in

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

the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through fuckin speaker
Makin you creepin inches centimeters
Fifty street sweeper
Shots Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, this one
spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, the shit Son
Play them crows out
You hear me but you don't listen
Competition and get some on
Red marker bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

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

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

The undervolt New York
Blood gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound you gets murdered
shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, wordplay ricochet your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so I can't escape
crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the locations y'all remain
P.L.O., cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by logos
My street journal and blaze like an inferno