Luyện nghe bài hát Heated Nights

Good afternoon Mr.
you had a pleasant flight
May I your bags and pour you some scotch sir?
Our villa off the shores of
Provide the most luxurious on this part of the coast
And your background is suitable for
Oh no, the guns are going off in celebration of arrival, my friend
You're a god in the
They look up to you

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

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

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

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

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

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