Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

[killah hills features rza, ol dirty bastard, and "grey ghost"]

(...the of shaolin)
Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks
Gza: what the is that, hell's angels?
*ol singing in the background*
mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby steels]
Rza: steels here, steels over here
Peace, starks what's going on
Yeah everything is over here.
Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, sure the is where it's at?
Rza: the, the maximillion is sure here
I'm here with noodles and I got lucky hands with me
Gza: you got soul, r&b, all that shit right?
Rza: yeah... grey ghost right in of me right now
Grey ghost standing here.
Yeah he has a ohh, ok, ok I got you.
thanks. *phone clicks*
Ggh: steels.
huh?
Rza: mr. grey ghost, good to see you to see you good to see you.
a pleasure.
Rza: so is everything ok, is working as we planned?
Ggh: is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, dollars?
Gza: be nice to have a breeze.
on by fuck the cops.
Rza: do we have the cash? we don't have to that, hey hey
Gza: get the fuck outta here with that hell's bullshit!
Rza: we got the cash we know rules everything around this motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
Gza: the fuck here!
Ggh: do you have the full amount? thousand as we agreed upon?
Gza: fucking bastards.
let me ask you a question mr. grey ghost --
Do you know a a don
Ggh: I know no person.
Rza: don rodriguez the bronx? don rodriguez?
Ggh: I don't who you're talking about.
Rza: I think you do know him cause fuckin friend don
Is down at precinct right now singing
His ass like a fuckin bird.
Gza: life of a dealer
Rza: the fuckin is comin
Ggh: do you believe

Killah hills

Restaurants on a
So the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's sour
Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin hour
And his man who bought land from tony
While he was bricklayin jobs in city parks
He's a shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it like singer
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington coat
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash his copilot
Who used to drive like of blow on this remote
Area, we label dead man's
Two hundred miles south from
Right off the docks, I got the custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with shots
There's no need for us to up the scene
I use less men, more powerful for my team
Like my man muhammad from
up in iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild middle eastern, bomb
Intiated, at to be a terrorist
He set bombs in of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz half they brains
Like this ex-worker, to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent
They say his pirate limp gave him
As the feds rushed him, comin u.s. customs
Now look whose on the stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from gravano
Here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of they wives baths
with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in syria
I want they small intestines ripped the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight
Don't forget to the cream through wells fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the of costa rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants fake visas

Life of a drug
hills, 10304
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