Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

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

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

Killah 10304

on a stake-out
So the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone
Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin half
And his man who bought from tony starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city
He's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a
In a garment that's stretched, got it like singer
Cause all talk blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington coat
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his
Who used to like sacks of blow on this remote
Area, we dead man's island
Two hundred miles from thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to up the scene
I use less men, powerful shit for my team
Like my man from afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild middle eastern, specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set bombs in bottles of
And niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to a half a key
In his left leg, even surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him
As the feds rushed him, comin through u.s.
Now look whose on the stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from gravano
the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, who schemes on the gold in syria
I want they intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, em freight cargo
Don't to launder the cream through wells fargo
Reconstruct those processin for the call of costa rica
Four barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of
And fifty with fake visas

of a drug dealer
Killah hills,
The saga