Luyện nghe bài hát Heaterz

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

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

Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this
Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee
Rocky road dark greener
fade mas, name your God Ukarema

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

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

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

Windbreaker Laker a jump shot scrape her
Statuary yo that snatch-uary
Aiyyo, blow a in your limo, weed pass the dutch

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

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

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

Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the serum
Who sent 'em, 'em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter with the transistor
Kinetic globes light will shine, burns your retina

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

I be the Ironside, get touched the chloride
Take walk the Nine Finger bandits worldwide
Shaolin hillside, full of
Fuck you the double dyed black brown I advise

Yo, box sequence, powerhouse kickout
Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked my dick out
I'm direct, golden best, golden is blessed
chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh

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

Shank you with the think tank, cake cut
A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, you fucks
Struck, love crooks, why for hooks
Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous
This bent doctrine, paper for the youth
remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth

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

My slang sound write type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor man
hard for the grand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's 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 core
Wu article CappaFive, CD

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