Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

(...the of Shaolin)
Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: What the fuck is that, angels?
*Ol Dirty in the background*
Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: Steels over here, Steels over
Peace, Starks what's on baby?
Yeah everything is over here.
No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: the, the Maximillion is sure here
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 in front of me right now
Grey standing right here.
he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone
Bobby 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 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 have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: Fucking bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey --
Do you know a a Don
GGh: I know no person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the 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 now singing
his ass like a fuckin bird.
GZA: Life of a drug
RZA: The fuckin is comin
GGh: Do you him?

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So the food to take out
Chaos, a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it like Singer
Cause all that talk this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat
Fuck it, he snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we Dead Man's 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 up the scene
I use less men, more powerful for my team
Like my man Muhammad Afghanistan
up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild 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 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 stand singin, a known soprano
A smash hit Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two grand
Half time at the game niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
Photographs of wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight
Don't forget to launder the cream Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processin for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred of ether
Two hundred pounds of
and fifty immigrants fake Visas

Life of a dealer
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