Luyện nghe bài hát Killah Hills 10304

[killah hills intro rza, ol dirty bastard, and "grey ghost"]

(...the of shaolin)
Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks
Gza: the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*ol singing in the background*
[ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. steels]
Rza: over here, steels over here
Peace, starks what's going on
Yeah everything is lovely here.
Gza: no and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
Rza: the, the maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with noodles and I got lucky hands me
you got soul, r&b, classics? all that shit right?
Rza: yeah... ghost right in front of me right now
Grey ghost standing here.
Yeah he has a ohh, ok, ok I got you.
thanks. *phone clicks*
Ggh: steels.
huh?
Rza: mr. grey ghost, good to see you good to see you to see you.
a pleasure.
Rza: so is ok, is everything working as we planned?
Ggh: everything is working out, nicely.
Do you have the cash, dollars?
Gza: be to have a little breeze.
on by fuck the cops.
Rza: do we have the cash? we have to talk 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 full amount? twenty thousand as we upon?
Gza: hell's bastards.
Rza: let me ask you a mr. grey ghost --
Do you know a a don
Ggh: I no such person.
Rza: don rodriguez from the bronx? don
Ggh: I don't know who you're 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 dealer
Rza: the guys is comin
do you believe him?

Killah 10304

on a stake-out
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga mr. wedding, late a half hour
And his man who bought land from tony
While he was bricklayin jobs in city parks
He's a loan shark, raise a grand to a finger
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 used to drive like sacks of blow on this
Area, we label dead island
Two hundred miles south thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom made
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal
no need for us to spray up the scene
I use men, more powerful shit for my team
my man muhammad from afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood
A wild middle eastern, specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a a key
In his left leg, even underwent
They say his pirate gave him away
As the feds rushed him, through u.s. customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a known soprano
A smash hit from sammy
the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
Photographs of they wives baths
Along with briefcase with one point five, that's the bribe
it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the in syria
I want they small intestines ripped the interior
I got a for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't to launder the cream through wells fargo
Reconstruct processin plants for the call of costa rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred of reefer
And fifty with fake visas

Life of a drug
Killah hills,
The saga