Luyện nghe bài hát Heaterz

Hang glide for my nigga
Yo, to God we run this whole shit, son
Right that's my
Guaranteed you're dealin' the invincible

That's my word, Persian one time, one time
Check the of the black man
Stationary niggaz, have fun on this here
Yo cross your arms

rock niggaz to sleep this year
Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee
Rocky road roll greener
Cream fade mas, name God Ukarema

out Medina, federaloes Noxzema
Me jury cleaner, Million Man March
Rae Cartegna, cut your Wolverine
The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law her

How I got that yo, threw out the macker named
a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped Tina
Now I'm out, lampin' in with Talima
We moseyin', sweatsuit Adidas, believe

I got the black heater joint, probably Moschino
Yo, Bobby Robby, whattup, Max to follow me
Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, the laundry
It's time yo swerve the Nike line

Windbreaker Laker throw a jump scrape her
Statuary yo floatin' snatch-uary
Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed the dutch

Yo, is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect, with wisdom of the ancients
My are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
Are launched lead projectiles, straight out the basement

I suplex your rap, left ruined like the
Parasites, double edge dice your
My hip-hop, swarmin' locked inside the detox
key flock, it's like B-block and E-glocks

You're ill, your trail end are frail
I strike the and let one survive to tell the tale
Of my state of grace, I the stakes on snakes
Knock 'em off like the big eights for up space

Never did 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum
Who sent 'em, arrest 'em my charge is ended
Designated hitter flows the transistor
Kinetic globes will then shine, burns your retina

Urban journal, eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be lord and master

I be the Ironside, get touched the chloride
Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits
Shaolin hillside, of homicides
Fuck you dissastified the double dyed brown I advise

Yo, box talk sequence, kickout
Eyes dusty, wet, with my dick out
I'm direct, golden best, chest is blessed
Scarce chapter, snatcher went to fresh

It sound far fetched, mountain men that be
You get buckshot, be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the
Brute force bullet hole straight through your

you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
A can of ass whoopin' shake, break you fucks
Struck, love crooks, why for hooks
Chef cook, a marvelous book
death bent doctrine, paper for the youth
What remains, a tiger in the booth

Last night, I took a trip down to Heights
life, females are trife, stay tight
I detect that parasite,
RZA beat makes me wanna get hyped, come to do shows

My slang sound secretary type
on the mic, I'm the poor black man
Workin' hard for the grand, I clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different yours

My style drop jaws, you see me on tours
Don't you wait to say peace, the kid the street
Put my technology on the track, just the core attack
Wu CappaFive, CD attack

But my talk stage live beehive
my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
Bring the gold dangle, never make me darts
out my arts, when I release my smarts
Hot Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts