Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

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

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

Killah hills

Restaurants on a
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour
Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin hour
And his man who land from tony starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in parks
He's a loan shark, bitches a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like
Cause all that talk this kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington coat
Fuck it, he snake so my nigga cash stole his copilot
Who used to drive sacks of blow on this remote
Area, we dead man's island
Two miles south from thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit fatal shots
There's no for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful for my team
Like my man muhammad afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga a neighborhood newsstand
A wild middle eastern, specialist
Intiated, at to be a terrorist
He set bombs in of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz half they brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, through u.s. customs
Now look on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit sammy gravano
Here's the plan for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game niggaz out the stands
The hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives baths
Along with briefcase filled 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 cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the of costa rica
Four barrels of ether
Two hundred of reefer
And immigrants with fake visas

Life of a dealer
hills, 10304
The saga