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
Don't about the Masta, yo

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

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow
Anger rap book causin chess smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip,
Face the inferno, maestro, it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold
See me on the streets address me bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
Sweet action rap
Bite it, stomp on a
Possess hollow head battle Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the

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

Home on the range, 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 to God I reef turns on the ringer
We the subpeona
Fatal Flying machine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows
your fuckin speaker
Makin you creepin inches centimeters
caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to

never be the same, after this 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 don't
Competition come and get on
Red marker still bleedin, the paper
Of his premeditated, murder caper

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

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

The undervolt New York
sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets
Roadblock shell shocked, on a back block
Yo it's warfare you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs the slugfest
Keeps the iron, the head 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 situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all
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 logos
My journal reacts and blaze like an inferno