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, stompin
Thunder, strikes your land a jolt
stamina level is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless that multiplies
At a speed that the eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I atomically
Stagnant stood surrounded and astounded
By total square mileage of violence that I brung
not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous methods
Of the Abbott, incite to opposition
Penetrates then
Breakin your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless,
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb and blind civilizer
the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, it
Pipe slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone
Ease away, back, feedback, play 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 like a hammer, my head is like
A bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of makes you bleed within
your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp black pistols
Spent the weekend fat tracks at Camp Cristal

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

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

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

Things'll never be the same, this one
spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the came, for one accord
For one and one cause, that's the shit Son
Play crows out position
You might hear me but you don't
Competition and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, 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 FUCK us

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

The undervolt New York
Blood sport gun holdin fort back, take em to court
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
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, wordplay ricochet 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 echoes through the ghetto y'all remain
P.L.O., slam like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel
I be the all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and like an inferno