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 land with a jolt
Your stamina is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye die-tect
The infantry, peep the as I bomb atomically
they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total mileage of violence that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
then infiltrates
Breakin down resistance
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow
Anger rap book causin chess blade
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, it
Pipe hard slang, the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
Sweet packed rap
Bite it, on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony
Wu status, now, wisdom to the

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

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

The bewilderin bee quickly sting ya
I gotta life one fuckin finga
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 fuckin speaker
Makin you creepin inches centimeters
caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and one
Recognize the came, for one accord
For one and one cause, that's the shit Son
them crows out position
You might me but you don't listen
come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

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

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

The undervolt New York
sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner bound facedown you gets murdered
shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I escape
These situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Castro
I be the all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and like an inferno