Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

(...the of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you *clinks glass*
What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*Ol Dirty in the background*
[Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby
RZA: Steels over here, over here
Peace, Starks what's going on
Yeah everything is over here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, the hills is where it's at?
RZA: the, the Maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All shit right?
RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me now
Grey Ghost standing here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone
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: is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, dollars?
GZA: Be nice to have a breeze.
on by fuck the cops.
RZA: Do we have the We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that hell's bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash we know Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Ghost --
Do you know a a Don
I know no such person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct right now
his fuckin ass like a bird.
GZA: of a drug dealer
RZA: The fuckin is comin
Do you believe him?

Killah hills

on a stake-out
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin hour
And his man who land from Tony Starks
he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all talk 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 like sacks of blow on remote
area, we label Dead Island
Two miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got custom made yachts
plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, powerful shit for my team
Like my man from Afghanistan
up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set in bottles of champagne
And niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a a key
in his left leg, even surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him
As the feds rushed him, comin U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known
A smash hit from Gravano
here's the minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of they wives baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, anyone who schemes on the in Syria
I want they intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em cargo
Don't forget to the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa
Four hundred of ether
Two hundred of reefer
and fifty with fake Visas

Life of a dealer
Killah hills,
The saga