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 glass*
Gza: what the fuck is that, angels?
*ol singing in the background*
[ahh mr. bobby steels, tony on line one for mr. bobby steels]
Rza: steels over here, steels here
Peace, what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely here.
Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, the hills is where it's at?
Rza: yeah the, the maximillion is here
I'm here with noodles and I got lucky hands with me
Gza: you got soul, r&b, classics? all shit right?
Rza: yeah... grey ghost right in front of me now
Grey ghost right here.
he has a briefcase; ohh, ok, ok I got you.
Aight thanks. clicks*
Ggh: steels.
Gza:
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: everything is working out, 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 have to talk that, hey hey
get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
Rza: we got the we know cash rules everything around this motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
Gza: the outta here!
Ggh: do you have the full twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
fucking hell's bastards.
Rza: let me ask you a mr. grey ghost --
Do you a a don rodriguez?
Ggh: I no such person.
don rodriguez from the bronx? don rodriguez?
Ggh: I don't who you're talking about.
Rza: I think you do know him your fuckin friend don
Is down at one-twenty precinct now singing
His fuckin ass a fuckin bird.
Gza: life of a drug
the fuckin guys is comin
Ggh: do you him?

Killah hills

on a stake-out
So order the to take out
Chaos, a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I the deal's gone sour
Nigga mr. wedding, a fuckin half hour
And his man who land from tony starks
While he was bricklayin jobs in city parks
He's a loan shark, bitches raise a to a finger
In a that's stretched, got it sewn like singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington coat
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his
Who used to drive like sacks of on this remote
Area, we label dead man's
Two hundred south from thailand
Right off the docks, I got the custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to up the scene
I use men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man muhammad afghanistan
up in iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild middle eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set in bottles of champagne
And niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent
They say his limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin u.s. customs
Now look on the witness 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 blastin niggaz out the stands
The hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in
I they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through wells
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants with visas

of a drug dealer
Killah hills,
The continues