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, when my Colt, stompin
Thunder, strikes your with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents
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 surrounded and astounded
By this total mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to
the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
Penetrates infiltrates
Breakin down your
Leavin competition defenseless,
antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
With the

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

Cock back my tongue a hammer, my head is like
A bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed
Crack your skull, penetratin your skin
of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the programmin fat tracks at Camp 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 bewilderin bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the
We duckin the
Fatal Guillotine machine from Medina

the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through your fuckin
you weaker creepin inches centimeters
Fifty street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to

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

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

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

The undervolt Staten New
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you 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 I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam,
Throw a flow Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they
My journal reacts and blaze like an inferno