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, my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your with a jolt
stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye die-tect
The infantry, the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood and astounded
By this total square mileage of that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
Penetrates infiltrates
Breakin down resistance
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut face blow Hulk
Anger rap book chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip,
the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold
See me on the address me stone bringer
Ease away, back, feedback, play out in
Sweet action rap
Bite it, on a beat
Possess hollow head teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, to the masses

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

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

The bewilderin bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one fuckin
Make to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the
Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it holes
Through your fuckin
Makin you weaker creepin centimeters
Fifty caliber street
Shots from Shaolin that go to

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

I walk with the strut, burn a dutch
Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up
niggaz can't FUCK with us

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

The undervolt New York
sport gun talk holdin 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 when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs the slugfest
Keeps the iron, the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I escape
These crime situations, I stay in man
And shot echoes the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze an inferno