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
forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a
Your stamina level is low, like from
The of relentless punishment that multiplies
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 that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
Penetrates then
Breakin down resistance
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb and blind civilizer
the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face Hulk
rap book causin chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun
humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, it
Pipe slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm stinger
See me on the address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
action packed rap
Bite it, on a beat
Possess head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the

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

on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically acclaimed that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my holding my Sex Pistol, deal 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 the subpeona
Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

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

Things'll never be the same, after one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and one
Recognize the came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, the shit Son
Play them crows out
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 rusher get touched backed up
Y'all niggaz can't FUCK us

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

The undervolt Staten New
sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through
Landin in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through projects, crime pays
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 through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal and blaze like an inferno