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 your land a jolt
Your stamina level is low, currents from
The volts of relentless punishment that
At a speed that the naked eye can't
The infantry, peep the as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and
By this total square mileage of violence that I
I've not yet begun to
the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
then infiltrates
Breakin down resistance
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, deaf and blind civilizer
the silencer

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

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

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

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

the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through your speaker
Makin you weaker creepin inches
Fifty caliber sweeper
Shots from Shaolin go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after one
Ghostrider flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one
For one mind and one cause, that's the Son
them crows out position
You might hear me but you listen
Competition come and get on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his premeditated, murder caper

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

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, em to court
It's the burner Shaolin facedown you gets murdered
shell shocked, stretched on a back block
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 through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I escape
These crime situations, I in man formation
And echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam,
Throw a flow like Nomo relate Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an