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, start
Thunder, strikes your with a jolt
stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye die-tect
The infantry, the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total mileage of violence 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 your
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind
With the

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

Cock back my like a hammer, my head is like
A bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of makes you bleed within
Crack skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu with black 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 sting ya
I ain't gotta one fuckin finga
Make sure to God I turns on the ringer
We duckin the
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine Medina

the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through fuckin speaker
Makin you weaker inches centimeters
Fifty caliber sweeper
Shots from Shaolin go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one
For one mind and one cause, the shit Son
Play crows out position
You hear me but you don't listen
come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder

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

me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Maxi caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a
the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a nine

The undervolt New York
Blood gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in from 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
crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin by they logos
My street journal reacts and like an inferno