Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

(...the of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's
*Ol Dirty in the background*
[Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Steels]
Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks going on baby?
Yeah everything is over here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is 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... Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. clicks*
GGh: Steels.
GZA:
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you to see you.
A pleasure.
RZA: So is OK, is everything working as we planned?
GGh: Everything is working out, nicely.
Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be to have a little breeze.
on by fuck the cops.
RZA: Do we the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that hell's bullshit!
RZA: We got the we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey --
Do you a a Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I no such person.
RZA: Don from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't know who you're about.
RZA: I you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don
is down at precinct right now singing
his fuckin ass like a bird.
Life of a drug dealer
RZA: The fuckin is comin
GGh: Do you him?

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the food to out
Chaos, outside a steakhouse
Maintain the power, I the deal's gone sour
Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony
While he was contractin bricklayin in city parks
a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Island
Two miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal
There's no need for us to up the scene
I use less men, more powerful for my team
Like my man Muhammad Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, specialist
Intiated, at to be a terrorist
He set in bottles of champagne
And when popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well soprano
A smash hit Sammy Gravano
here's the plan for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of they wives baths
Along briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight
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 with Visas

Life of a dealer
Killah hills,
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