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, 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, currents from
The volts of punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't
The infantry, peep the as I bomb atomically
Stagnant stood surrounded and astounded
By total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to
It's the ethics, the rigorous methods
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
Penetrates then
Breakin down your
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
the silencer

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

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

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

The bewilderin bee quickly 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 from

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

never be the same, after 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 out position
You might hear me but you listen
Competition come and get on
Red marker still bleedin, the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

I with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't FUCK us

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back
Yo warfare when 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 your 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 situations, I stay in man formation
And shot through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by logos
My street reacts and blaze like an inferno