Luyện nghe bài hát Heaterz

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

my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
Check the science of the man
Stationary niggaz, have fun on right here
Yo Shorty cross arms

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

Shout out Medina, federaloes
Me cleaner, Million Man March screamers
Rae Cartegna, cut your Wolverine
The lonzina, wrapped the wrist, law seen her

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

I got the heater little joint, probably Moschino
Yo, Robby, whattup, Max tried to follow me
Sadaam loungin', up collect, like the laundry
It's yo swerve like the Nike line

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

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

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

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

Never did fear 'em, 'em with the truth serum
Who sent 'em, 'em before my charge is ended
hitter flows with the transistor
Kinetic globes light will then shine, 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 worldwide
Shaolin hillside, of homicides
Fuck you dissastified the double dyed black brown I

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

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

Shank you with the think tank, harmony cut
A can of ass whoopin' shake, break you fucks
Struck, crooks, why for lyin' hooks
Chef cocaine cook, a book
This bent doctrine, paper for the youth
What remains, a saber-toothed in the booth

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

My slang write secretary type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor man
Workin' hard for the grand, I understand
Don't fear, my new gear it's different from yours

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

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