Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

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

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

Killah 10304

on a stake-out
So order the food to 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 from tony starks
While he was bricklayin jobs in city parks
He's a loan shark, bitches a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn singer
Cause all that talk this kid after me
For the heist, in a coat factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash his copilot
Who used to drive like sacks of blow on this
Area, we label dead island
Two hundred miles from thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom made
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal
no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my
Like my man from afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga runs a 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 lost half 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 rushed him, comin u.s. customs
Now whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from sammy
Here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred
Half time at the game blastin out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of they takin baths
Along with 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 from the
I got a price for jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of costa
Four barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of
And immigrants with fake visas

Life of a dealer
hills, 10304
The saga