Luyện nghe bài hát Heated Nights

Good afternoon Mr.
you had a pleasant flight
May I take your bags and pour you some scotch
Our off the shores of Argentina
the most luxurious features on this part of the coast
And financial 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
Benetton sweaters, Kangols and
The candy shop is where it all
Sellin' of oregano, free lunch, the spot
Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this
when I get on, my ass is just rock
Do a few one, and shop
I get whore who's runnin' through Fifth Ave, a
I Polo Gear and top
A few Woolrich pieces, the bagels was hot
Dreams and schemes to make a
I sat on the and wrote C.R.E.A.M., one blunt two o'clock
Gangsta if I'm not
I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K
Shorty with an bop
flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

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

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

Ayo maxin' with the guns, new gelatous
Tryna away from 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 Blazer with a P9
Drunk get twenty five thousand a
me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica
Breakin' up black weed, chillin' gangstas
Fuck around high, might die on
Better have respect in the right place like Mason
Everybody smooth when the cake
Niggas snitchin' on the team where they say shit
Get your face lit, so hard to make shit
Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay
That's why, yo I'm just around shit
No Minute Maid shit, no son this a slave ship

out of drug buildings 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 churnin' the heat

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