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, I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start
Thunder, strikes your land with a
stamina level is low, like 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 surrounded and
By total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet to stung
It's the ethics, the training methods
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
Penetrates infiltrates
down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, deaf and blind civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder blow Hulk
Anger rap book chess blade 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 Golden Arm stinger
See me on the streets me stone bringer
Ease away, back, feedback, play out in
Sweet packed rap
it, stomp on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Atlas
Wu status, now, to the masses

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

on the range, rebel with 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 reef on the ringer
We the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from

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

Things'll be the same, after this one
Ghostrider flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the Son
them crows out position
You might me but you don't listen
Competition come and get on
Red marker bleedin, through the paper
Of his premeditated, murder caper

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

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to
the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, on a back block
Yo it's warfare you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs the slugfest
the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through 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 echoes the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam,
Throw a like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin by they logos
My journal reacts and blaze like an inferno