Luyện nghe bài hát Heat To The Streets

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'm illa spitter
I am an arms dealer
I heat to the streets nigga

Shine til I'm nigga
Dime
I heat to the streets nigga

It's like nigga and we line up
All of them in one
And we give standing ovations
And I don't mean like
I mean, squeezin' that
Dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that
Bakin' a salon(a)

Fight 'em I'm in 'Nam(a)
Night 'em a pajama
Bite him a piranha
Hok, on ya Honor

[Kid
Cobain, suicidal
You got the of Nirvana
touch men and women
Just as as Madonna
nigga
I'll do to ya
What the KKK wanna do to
I just one K
I'm a repeat
Tear up your whole

Da 5'9"]
The drum hold a hot ones

5
9 apostrophe ass
Spaz
slash colostomy bag

[Kid
Slash the ass
Slash the lyrical ass nigga
swag

Da 5'9"]
Nigga know they want it with me
I'm the gas
To that's runnin' on E
High as a neighbor
I my just due, two mules and 80 acres
Lady Day to stretch her out like baby labor
The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet
I got the A.R.-itis

[Kid
Pop, flavor
I got paper
means I'm on top
That gun cocked is goin' like Yung Joc
I'm the 80's
You want doe, I be the
Cakes up, I haters
I'm who ya
I'm Kobe
Who care about the rest of you
Infiltrate the truth and expose left

Da 5'9"]
We the haters
Put you on
Put money on your head and up it an escalator
Page of rhymes
I'm to lay the paper
I do the labor, do the day to day stuff