Luyện nghe bài hát Deadly Melody

As we return, to the 36
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol BZA
You-God, Chef, the Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the
Don't forget the Masta, yo

halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, your land with a jolt
Your stamina is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless punishment multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye die-tect
The infantry, the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence I brung
I've not yet to stung
It's the ethics, the training methods
Of the Abbott, overseas to opposition
then infiltrates
Breakin down resistance
Leavin defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
Jaw-breaker vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, it
hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me bringer
away, freeze back, feedback, play out in
Sweet action rap
it, stomp on a beat
Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony
Wu status, now, wisdom to the

Cock my tongue like a hammer, my head is like
A bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you within
Crack your skull, without penetratin skin
Reign of official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Cristal

Home on the range, rebel a pen
Writin critically acclaimed that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, me in

The bewilderin killa bee sting ya
I gotta life one fuckin finga
Make sure to God I reef on the ringer
We the subpeona
Fatal Flying machine from Medina

the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through fuckin speaker
Makin you weaker creepin centimeters
caliber street sweeper
Shots from that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay and twist one
the Gods came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the Son
Play them out position
You might hear me but you don't
Competition come and get on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, caper

I walk with the strut, burn a dutch
Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot get touched backed up handcuffed
niggaz can't FUCK with us

Pass me the black velvet embassy suite me
Spell it Maxi Priest me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly with a crowbar
It's like the dreads Jah, so ha-lo-ha
crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey
It's like, stalkin your airport with a chunky nine

The undervolt Staten New
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back
Yo it's warfare you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I escape
These crime situations, I stay in man
And echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam,
Throw a like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze an inferno