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, I soldier for the foreclosure
forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, stompin
Thunder, your land with a jolt
Your level is low, like currents from
The of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood 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, overseas to opposition
Penetrates then
Breakin down resistance
Leavin defenseless, Masta
antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
With the

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

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

Home on the range, rebel a pen
Writin critically acclaimed that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in

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

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

Things'll 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, the shit Son
Play them crows out
You might hear me but you don't
Competition come and get on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

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

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

The undervolt Staten New
Blood sport gun holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through
Landin thugs in wheelchairs the slugfest
Keeps the iron, the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place
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 cats like Bam Bam,
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel
I be the great all pro, hangin by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an