Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

(...the of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you know glass*
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, Steels over
Peace, Starks going on baby?
Yeah is lovely over here.
GZA: No and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is here
I'm over with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit
Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey standing right here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone
GGh: Steels.
Huh?
RZA: Mr. 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: is working out, very nicely.
Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by the cops.
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't 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...
GZA: The outta here!
GGh: Do you have the amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
Fucking hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Ghost --
Do you a a Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I no such person.
Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause your friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct right now
his fuckin ass like a bird.
GZA: Life of a dealer
RZA: The fuckin is comin
Do you believe him?

Killah 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the food to out
Chaos, outside a spark
the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half
And his man who bought land from Tony
While he was contractin jobs 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 talk this kid after me
for the heist, in a Coat Factory
Fuck it, he snake 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 Thailand
Right off the docks, I got custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with shots
There's no need for us to up the scene
I use less men, powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood
A wild Middle Eastern, specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set bombs in bottles of
And when niggaz the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, underwent surgery
They say his limp gave him away
As the rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known
A smash hit from Gravano
the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
Photographs of they wives baths
Along briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
it or commit 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 forget to launder the cream through Wells
Reconstruct those plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred of ether
Two pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake

Life of a drug
Killah hills,
The saga