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

Killah 10304

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

Life of a dealer
hills, 10304
The saga