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
forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a
Your stamina level is low, currents from
The volts of relentless that multiplies
At a that the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb
Stagnant they stood and astounded
By this square mileage of violence that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
then infiltrates
Breakin down your
Leavin defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, deaf and blind civilizer
the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow
Anger rap book causin blade smoke
the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker vice-grip, choke
the inferno, maestro, pull 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, spit forty-five caliber
At the speed of wind makes you within
Crack your skull, without penetratin skin
of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp

on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my shit my Sex Pistol, deal me in

The killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't life one fuckin finga
Make sure to God I reef on the ringer
We the subpeona
Fatal Guillotine machine from Medina

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

Things'll never be the same, this 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 out position
You might hear me but you don't
come and get some on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his premeditated, murder caper

I with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush,
Spot rusher get touched backed up
Y'all niggaz can't with us

me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so
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, through your airport with a chunky nine

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly midair
Landin thugs in from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, wordplay through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I 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 like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they
My street journal reacts and blaze an inferno