Luyện nghe bài hát Heated Nights

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

My life, day one when I was up in it young
sweaters, Kangols and guns
The candy shop is it all popped
Sellin' of oregano, free lunch, the spot
Thinkin' all better, wait to bag this block
'Cause when I get on, my ass is rock
Do a few one, and shop
I get whore who's runnin' Fifth Ave, a Glock
I love Gear and top
A few pieces, yeah the bagels was hot
Dreams and to make a knot
I sat on the stove and 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
Shorty an educated bop
With for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

Front out of buildings 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

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

Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new
Tryna stay away the jail gangs and letters
My time is now, bread box is to pile
Home-girl got no style but lace her
Catch me in a with 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
Better respect in the right place like Mike Mason
Everybody when the cake flip
Niggas start on the team where they say shit
Get face lit, it's so hard to make shit
sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit
That's why, yo I'm around paid shit
No Minute Maid shit, no son ain't a slave ship

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

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