Luyện nghe bài hát Heaterz

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

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

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

Shout out Medina, Noxzema
Me jury cleaner, Million Man March
Rae Cartegna, cut your joint
The lonzina, around the wrist, law seen her

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

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

Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot her
Statuary yo floatin' that
Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the

Yo, this is MC wizardry, killa bee
Men of respect, with wisdom of the ancients
My words are blatant, lacerate 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
Under key flock, it's B-block and E-glocks

You're ill, your trail end are frail
I strike the cypher and let one survive to the tale
Of my state of grace, I the stakes 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
Designated hitter flows with the
globes light 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 the Nine Finger bandits worldwide
Shaolin hillside, full of
Fuck you dissastified the double black brown I advise

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

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

you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you
Struck, crooks, why for lyin' hooks
cocaine cook, a marvelous book
This death bent doctrine, paper for the
remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth

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

My slang sound write secretary
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor man
Workin' 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 on the track, just then the core attack
Wu CappaFive, CD attack

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