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 soldier for the
forget about the Masta, yo

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start
Thunder, your land with a jolt
Your stamina is low, like currents from
The volts of punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I 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, overseas to opposition
Penetrates infiltrates
Breakin your resistance
competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, deaf and blind civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face Hulk
Anger rap causin 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, sold my soul Golden Arm cold
See me on the address me stone bringer
away, freeze back, feedback, play out in
Sweet packed rap
Bite it, on a beat
Possess head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the

Cock back my tongue a hammer, my head is like
A nickel-plated bammer, spit caliber grammar
At the of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without your skin
Reign of official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend fat tracks at Camp Cristal

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

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

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it holes
Through your speaker
you weaker creepin inches centimeters
Fifty caliber street
Shots Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after one
Ghostrider flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one
For one mind and one cause, the shit Son
Play them crows out
You might me but you don't listen
Competition and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, through the
Of his sick premeditated, caper

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

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

The undervolt New York
Blood gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a block
Yo warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the
Keeps the iron, where the rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I escape
These crime situations, I stay in man
And echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an