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
Gza: what the fuck is that, hell's
*ol dirty singing in the
[ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby
Rza: steels over here, over here
Peace, starks going on baby?
Yeah everything is over here.
Gza: no and no shirt 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 hands me
Gza: you got soul, r&b, classics? all that shit
Rza: yeah... ghost right in front of me right now
Grey ghost standing here.
he has a briefcase; ohh, ok, ok I got you.
Aight thanks. clicks*
bobby steels.
Gza:
Rza: mr. grey ghost, to see you good to see you good to see you.
a pleasure.
Rza: so is everything ok, is everything working as we
Ggh: everything is out, very nicely.
Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
be nice to have a little 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 with that hell's angels bullshit!
Rza: we got the cash we know cash everything around this motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
Gza: the outta here!
Ggh: do you the full amount? twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
Gza: fucking 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 who you're talking about.
I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend don
Is at one-twenty precinct right now singing
His ass like a fuckin bird.
Gza: life of a drug
the fuckin guys is comin
Ggh: do you believe

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 half hour
And his man who bought land from tony
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 singer
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington coat
Fuck it, he turned so my nigga cash stole his copilot
Who used to drive like sacks of blow on remote
Area, we dead man's island
Two hundred miles south from
Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, more shit for my team
my man muhammad from afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga runs a newsstand
A wild middle eastern, specialist
Intiated, at to be a terrorist
He set in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, underwent surgery
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds him, comin through u.s. customs
Now whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from sammy
the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
Photographs of they wives baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, the bribe
it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in
I want they intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em cargo
Don't to launder the cream through wells fargo
Reconstruct processin plants for the call of costa rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants fake visas

Life of a drug
Killah hills,
The saga