Luyện nghe bài hát Check Yo Temperature

I keep my at 74 when I'm at the crib
And 79 in the winter time, just how I live
But when the homies call and say hit the town,
when we do haters frown,
turn the heat down
I we skip the line,
and bitches we fine
I know you feelin n tough,
but you best
You don't get stained
Its in this lane
check they temperature,
they all up in my mix
up? Suckas!
Ain't no back!
I wanna know,
what'chu niggas at?
I just come to kick it the bitches,
I aint for you
If you want it,
my homies got a gun or two
I take on one of you,
what'chu do
Don't I got this whole club on my side,
trippin is and you
Stop, everybody, that sound?
It like a hater bout to get the beat down
the quick.
And why they go and get me pissed,
when they know I'm me clique
and a real nigga like mitchy
On Hennessy, sprite n lemon,
fuck niggas, invite the women
Bustas wanna the gremlin,
now ya invite the crimin-als
Don't that bullshit,
nigga dont gimmie no
Ya get over the shit,
a veteran pathetic
let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz
So ya better ya fangers
And then with it
Cuz if ya chops it
I'mma let hot hit it
a hundred somethin,
he looked like he wanted
had him beefy,
now he like a honey bun or somethin
AYE why always gatta trip wit'cha
I'm my business,
now I check yo temperature
AYE, playa man ya fixin' ta
Make me lose it if ya
when I check ya
AYE Now I aint to play games,
so why ya gatta go and me check ya temperature mane
AYE N I guess we all bang,
if ya heated when I check ya mane

Ah!
it
stay
out
in my best
trippin
you'll get
up wait
watchu bitches at?
I'm askin
why you bout me?
if for liquor
she said cuz she
new in a mix
of tech n9ne and
lip singing and at
?? at
grand
they spend
let v
and my wet
who is
cuz i been
who is he?
he aint a
Who am I?
KC Boss
doin?
tryin to snap
a hundred
I'm
eat it
like it was your dinner
you've never a friend to me
bitch betta check yo
I'll block you like on cocky
a lot of bodies
try to me from my Iraqi
strapped down on
poppies like that seed that
come over seas
we g's livin in coupe so hard
sundae is a super star
what the fuck you hoes for?
Knowin you all are scared hoes
make me a girl fight
betta check bitches Fahrenheit,
blowin niggas I'm
See broke niggas I Skeet
chirp your name for this CB
They gon drop you my cd
(chorus)
AYE why they always trip wit'cha
I'm my business,
now I gotta check yo
AYE, playa hater man ya ta
Make me it if ya heated
I check ya temperature
AYE Now I come to play games,
so why ya gatta go and make me check ya mane
AYE N I guess we all bang,
if ya heated when I ya temperature mane

To tell you the
we havin a
there's all over the place
To you the truth
we havin a
There's all over the place
There's bitches all the place
why is you all up in my face?
I'm the flip the script
and start drippin on like
niggas lookin at?
I think these niggas might need glasses
they lookin at?
I tuckin its tail
I aint ever mistookin that
plus I can read your plan
like my of raps
last nigga tried it
caught a right n then he a nap
nigga sleep go night
for fucking wit niggas that fight
and some of you be hatin
cuz we like some bright lights
t-nutty your buddy
tech n9ne and the
they better act they got sense
lookin at me n go get in a bitch
that nigga stretch the flex but flinch,
the script
and my bow down
straight cal with a .50 cal wow
ask around and tell you blaow blaow
nobody trippin off of you
I jus wanna it and be cool
half of these niggas are up in this fucka
wanna be of the crew
cuz know we do the fool
go dumb and act
ever like to start it
but you can be a
if I it open your mouth
for this
I'm a niggas temperature
then sliding off your chick
smokin wit her
(chorus)
AYE why they gatta trip wit'cha
I'm my business,
now I gotta yo temperature
AYE, playa man ya fixin' ta
Make me it if ya heated
when I ya temperature
AYE Now I aint to play games,
so why ya gatta go and make me check ya mane
AYE N I we all gonn' bang,
if ya heated I check ya temperature mane