Luyện nghe bài hát Heated Nights

Good afternoon Mr.
Hope you had a pleasant
May I take your bags and pour you some scotch
Our villa off the shores of
Provide the most luxurious features on this of the coast
And your financial background is for
Oh no, the guns are going off in of your arrival, my friend
a god in the city
They up to you here

My life, day one when I was up in it young
sweaters, Kangols and guns
The candy shop is it all popped
ounces of oregano, free 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, two's and
I get whore runnin' through Fifth Ave, a Glock
I Polo Gear and top
A few Woolrich pieces, the bagels was hot
Dreams and schemes to make a
I sat on the stove and wrote C.R.E.A.M., one two o'clock
Gangsta if I'm not
I'm lyin', a shot, I put it on my 40K rock
Shorty with an bop
flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

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

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

Ayo with the machine guns, new gelatous
Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and
My time is now, bread box is startin' to
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, might die on
Better have respect in the place like Mike Mason
Everybody when the cake flip
Niggas start snitchin' on the team where they say
Get face lit, it's so hard to make shit
Can't sit around niggas, that's gay shit
That's why, yo I'm just around paid
No Minute Maid shit, no son this a slave ship

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

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