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. Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: Steels over here, Steels here
Peace, Starks what's on baby?
everything is lovely over here.
GZA: No shoes and no on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure
I'm over here Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit
RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me now
Grey Ghost standing here.
he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone
GGh: Steels.
Huh?
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you to see you.
A pleasure.
RZA: So is everything OK, is everything as we planned?
Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be nice to have a breeze.
Breeze on by the cops.
RZA: Do we the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck here with that hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash we know Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
GZA: The fuck here!
GGh: Do you the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: 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 the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do him cause your fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct now singing
his fuckin ass a fuckin bird.
GZA: Life of a dealer
RZA: The fuckin is comin
Do you believe him?

Killah hills

on a stake-out
So order the to take out
Chaos, a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone
Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city
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 Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash his copilot
who used to like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Island
Two miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got luxurious made yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
no need for us to spray up the scene
I use men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set bombs in bottles of
And when popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his leg, even underwent surgery
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S.
Now look whose on the witness singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit Sammy Gravano
here's the 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 takin baths
Along with briefcase with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, anyone who on the gold in Syria
I want they intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells
those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of
Two hundred pounds of
and fifty immigrants with fake

Life of a drug
Killah hills,
The continues