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, start
Thunder, your land with a jolt
Your stamina is low, like currents from
The of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I atomically
Stagnant stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
then infiltrates
Breakin your resistance
Leavin defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, deaf and blind civilizer
With the

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

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

Home on the range, with a pen
Writin critically 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 life one finga
Make sure to God I turns on the ringer
We the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows
your fuckin speaker
Makin you creepin inches centimeters
caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin go to Masapeaqua

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

I walk with the strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush,
Spot rusher get backed up handcuffed
niggaz can't FUCK with us

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

The Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to
It's the burner bound facedown you gets murdered
shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through
Landin in wheelchairs from the slugfest
the iron, where 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 escape
These situations, I stay in man formation
And echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they
My journal reacts and blaze like an inferno