Luyện nghe bài hát Heated Nights

Good Mr. Raekwon
Hope you had a flight
May I take your bags and pour you some scotch
Our villa off the of Argentina
Provide the most luxurious on this part of the coast
And your financial is suitable for
Oh no, the guns are going off in celebration of your arrival, my
a god in the city
They look up to you

My life, day one I was caught up in it young
Benetton sweaters, and guns
The shop is where it all popped
Sellin' of oregano, free lunch, the spot
Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag block
when I get on, my ass is just rock
Do a few one, and shop
I get whore who's runnin' through Ave, a Glock
I love Polo and top
A few pieces, yeah the bagels was hot
Dreams and to make a knot
I sat on the stove and wrote C.R.E.A.M., one blunt two
Gangsta if I'm not
I'm lyin', a shot, I put it on my 40K rock
Shorty an educated bop
With flavor for days, all praise, who amaze you a lot

Front out of drug under the street lights
Guns go off, we pipes
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he it home
And sleep right, instead of the heat night

Front out of drug under the street lights
Guns go off, we keep
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it
And sleep right, of churnin' the heat night

Ayo maxin' the machine guns, new gelatous
Tryna away from the jail gangs and letters
My time is now, bread box is to pile
Home-girl got no but I'mma lace her
me in a Blazer with a P9 laser
Drunk get twenty five a razor
Meet me in the hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica
up black weed, chillin' with gangstas
Fuck around high, die on vacation
Better respect in the right place like Mike Mason
Everybody smooth the cake flip
start snitchin' on the team where they say shit
Get your face lit, it's so hard to make
Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay
why, yo I'm just around paid shit
No Minute Maid shit, no son ain't a slave ship

Front out of drug buildings under the lights
Guns go off, we pipes
Every kid caught in the zone, let's he make it home
And right, instead of churnin' the heat night

Front out of drug buildings under the street
Guns go off, we pipes
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it
And sleep right, instead of churnin' the night