Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

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

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

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour
mr. wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought from tony starks
While he was contractin bricklayin in city parks
He's a loan shark, bitches raise a to a finger
In a garment stretched, got it sewn like singer
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington factory
it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his copilot
Who used to drive sacks of blow on this remote
Area, we dead man's island
Two hundred south from thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more shit for my team
Like my man muhammad afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga a neighborhood newsstand
A wild middle eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set bombs in of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, lost half they brains
this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent
They say his pirate limp gave him
As the rushed him, comin through 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 blastin niggaz out the stands
The hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, who schemes on the gold in syria
I want they small ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, 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 of reefer
And fifty with fake visas

Life of a drug
hills, 10304
The saga