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 forget the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a
Your stamina level is low, like currents
The volts of relentless punishment multiplies
At a speed the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of that I brung
I've not yet begun to
the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, incite to opposition
Penetrates then
down your resistance
Leavin defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
With the

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

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

Home on the range, rebel a pen
Writin acclaimed scriptures 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 one fuckin finga
Make sure to God I turns on the ringer
We duckin the
Fatal Flying Guillotine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, as it blows holes
Through fuckin speaker
you weaker creepin inches centimeters
Fifty caliber sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to

never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay and twist one
the Gods came, for one accord
For one and one cause, that's the shit Son
them crows out position
You might me but you don't listen
Competition come and get on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

I walk the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched up handcuffed
niggaz can't 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 vengeance with a
It's like the dreads Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it a rush
Plush the Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey
It's like, through your airport with a chunky nine

The Staten New York
Blood gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in from the slugfest
the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place
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 Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by logos
My street journal and blaze like an inferno