Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

(...the of Shaolin)
Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*Ol Dirty singing in the
[Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: Steels over here, Steels over
Peace, Starks going 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 is sure here
I'm over here Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, All that shit right?
RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in of me right now
Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. clicks*
GGh: Steels.
GZA:
Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
A pleasure.
RZA: So is everything OK, is working as we planned?
Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand
GZA: Be nice to have a breeze.
on by fuck the cops.
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
GZA: The outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? 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 from the Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't know who talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him your fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty right now singing
his fuckin ass like a bird.
GZA: Life of a drug
RZA: The guys is comin
GGh: Do you him?

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the to take 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 from Tony Starks
he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a
In a garment stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my Cash stole his copilot
who to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Island
Two hundred miles South Thailand
off the docks, I got luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, more shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a newsstand
A wild Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at to be a terrorist
He set in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to a half a key
in his left leg, even surgery
They say his pirate limp him away
As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S.
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known
A smash hit from Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two grand
Half time at the game blastin out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
of they wives takin baths
Along briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, anyone who on the gold in Syria
I want small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Fargo
Reconstruct those plants for the call of Costa Rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of
and fifty immigrants fake Visas

Life of a drug
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