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 singing in the background*
Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is here
I'm over with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
RZA: Yeah... Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost right here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone
Bobby Steels.
GZA:
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you 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.
Breeze on by 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 Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you have the amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey --
Do you know a a Don
GGh: I no such person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do him cause your fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct right now
his ass like a fuckin bird.
GZA: Life of a drug
RZA: The fuckin is comin
Do you believe him?

Killah hills

Restaurants on a
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn Singer
all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on remote
area, we Dead Man's Island
Two miles South from Thailand
off the docks, I got luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit fatal shots
There's no need for us to up the scene
I use less men, more shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from
Grew up in Iran, the runs a neighborhood newsstand
A Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
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, to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even surgery
They say his limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S.
Now look whose on the stand singin, a well known soprano
A hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan for the hit, two hundred grand
time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of they wives takin
Along with briefcase with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa
Four hundred barrels of
Two pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants fake Visas

Life of a drug
hills, 10304
The saga