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, Rebel I for the foreclosure
forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land a jolt
Your level is low, like currents from
The of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb
Stagnant they stood and astounded
By this total square mileage of that I brung
I've not yet to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
Penetrates then
down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
With the

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

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

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

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

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows
Through your fuckin
Makin you weaker inches centimeters
Fifty street sweeper
Shots from that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll be the same, after 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 crows out position
You hear me but you don't listen
come and get some on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a
Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get backed 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, vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a
Plush the Canola spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport a chunky nine

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, wordplay ricochet through projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't
crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam,
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel
I be the great all pro, MC's by they logos
My street reacts and blaze like an inferno