Luyện nghe bài hát Deadly Melody

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

Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start
Thunder, strikes your with a jolt
Your level is low, like currents from
The volts of relentless that multiplies
At a speed the naked eye can't die-tect
The infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb
Stagnant stood surrounded and astounded
By total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet to stung
the ethics, the rigorous training methods
Of the Abbott, incite to opposition
Penetrates then
Breakin down your
Leavin defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and civilizer
With the

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip,
Face the inferno, maestro, it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden
Never, my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, out in
Sweet packed rap
Bite it, on a beat
hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, to the masses

Cock back my tongue a hammer, my head is like
A nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five grammar
At the speed of makes you bleed within
your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp black pistols
the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

Home on the range, with a pen
Writin acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot
Say my shit my Sex Pistol, deal me in

The bewilderin bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one finga
Make sure to God I reef on the ringer
We duckin the
Fatal Guillotine machine from Medina

Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows
Through your speaker
Makin you weaker creepin centimeters
caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to

Things'll be the same, after this one
spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one
For one and one cause, that's the shit Son
them crows out position
You hear me but you don't listen
Competition and get some on
Red still bleedin, through the paper
Of his premeditated, murder caper

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

Pass me the velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a
It's the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a nine

The undervolt Staten New
Blood sport gun talk holdin back, take em to court
the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, fly through midair
Landin in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the
Subway, ricochet through your projects, crime pays
up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations remain
P.L.O., slam cats Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they
My street journal reacts and blaze an inferno