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
Don't about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start
Thunder, your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, currents from
The volts of punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the eye can't die-tect
The infantry, the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood and astounded
By this total square of violence that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the training methods
Of the Abbott, incite to opposition
Penetrates infiltrates
Breakin down your
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind
With the

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut face blow Hulk
Anger rap causin chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
Jaw-breaker vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, it
hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me bringer
away, freeze back, feedback, play out in
Sweet packed rap
Bite it, on a beat
Possess hollow head teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, to the masses

Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is
A nickel-plated bammer, forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you within
Crack your skull, penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp

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

The killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta one fuckin finga
Make to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the
Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

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

Things'll never be the same, after one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and one
Recognize the Gods came, for one
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 premeditated, murder caper

I walk with the strut, burn a dutch
Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up
Y'all niggaz FUCK with us

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, em to court
the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, 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 head rest, for the
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 can't
These situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, MC's by they logos
My journal reacts and blaze like an inferno