Luyện nghe bài hát Heated Nights

Good afternoon Mr.
Hope you had a pleasant
May I your bags and pour you some scotch sir?
Our off the shores of Argentina
Provide the luxurious features on this part 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 look up to you

My life, day one when I was up in it young
sweaters, Kangols and guns
The shop is where it all popped
Sellin' of oregano, free lunch, the spot
Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this
'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 Woolrich pieces, yeah the was hot
Dreams and schemes to 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
with an educated bop
With flavor for days, it's all praise, who you a lot

Front out of drug buildings under the 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 keep
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he it home
And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat

Ayo with 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 with a P9
Drunk get twenty five thousand a
Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in
Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with
Fuck around high, die on vacation
Better have respect in the place like Mike Mason
Everybody when the cake flip
Niggas start snitchin' on the team where they say
Get your lit, it's so hard to make shit
Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay
That's why, yo I'm just around paid
No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a ship

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, instead of churnin' the night

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