Luyện nghe bài hát Deadly Melody

As we return, to the 36
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol BZA
You-God, Chef, the Killah
And Meth, I soldier for the foreclosure
forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like from
The volts of relentless punishment that
At a speed that the naked eye can't
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I atomically
Stagnant stood surrounded and astounded
By this total mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to
It's the ethics, the rigorous methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
then infiltrates
Breakin down resistance
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, deaf and blind civilizer
the silencer

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

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

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

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

Check the 150 millimeter, as it blows holes
Through fuckin speaker
Makin you weaker creepin inches
caliber street sweeper
Shots from that go to Masapeaqua

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

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

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, on a back block
Yo warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through projects, crime pays
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 stay in man
And echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they
My street journal reacts and blaze an inferno