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, Rebel I for the foreclosure
Don't about the Masta, yo

halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a
stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of punishment that 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 of violence that I brung
I've not yet to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
Penetrates then
down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind
the silencer

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

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

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

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

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it holes
Through your fuckin
you weaker creepin inches centimeters
Fifty caliber sweeper
from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after one
spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the Son
Play them crows out
You might hear me but you listen
come and get some on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

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

Pass me the velvet embassy 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 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport a chunky nine

The Staten New York
sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly midair
Landin in wheelchairs from the slugfest
the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man
And echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by logos
My street reacts and blaze like an inferno