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 forget the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start
Thunder, strikes your land a jolt
Your stamina level is low, currents from
The volts of relentless punishment multiplies
At a speed the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb
Stagnant they surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I
I've not yet to stung
the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, incite overseas to
Penetrates infiltrates
Breakin your resistance
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb and blind civilizer
the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip,
Face the inferno, maestro, it
Pipe hard slang, the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm stinger
See me on the address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
Sweet action rap
Bite it, stomp on a
Possess hollow head battle teeth Atlas
Wu status, now, to the masses

back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like
A nickel-plated bammer, spit caliber grammar
At the of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black
Spent the programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

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

The bewilderin killa bee quickly ya
I ain't life one fuckin finga
Make to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the
Fatal Flying machine from Medina

the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through your speaker
Makin you weaker inches centimeters
Fifty caliber street
from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, this one
spit flame, lay back and twist 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, caper

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you 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
These crime situations, I in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations 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 reacts and blaze like an inferno