Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweights

big punisher, eightball, fat joe

[fat
(y'all niggaz is crazy)
Don carta' bomb (we makin a bomb mayne)
Terror squad, what, (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad)
Don carta' bomb harder (suave house) what the
Violator, violator! yeah, uhh, yo..

No heart, that's why them other niggaz
Eight hit me in the cell, to meet him in the a.t.l.
At 12 up in the club
Where you ain't fuckin nothin less you up dubs
the love, from tha killers and thugs
Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the
Not givin a fuck, that's the life I
Trife like this, blow you up wit yo and kids
I dislike my bitch, but I still deal wit her
16 shot getter, that's why I'm still wit her
For nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
My be bringin more "havoc" than "prodigy"
Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers pop for me
Run up in my stash and that ass more beef than broccoli
With no apology, yo be my property
Cop a seat and watch the squad prophecy

Chorus: eightball, big

(this is for the heavyweights)
[8] no mistakes
six o's is my favorite kind of cake
(this is for the heavyweights)
We runnin jail
Stackin mail, tippin the scale
(this is for the heavyweights)
[pun] aiyyo we large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play games
You got beef us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)
we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We guys, that don't play those games
You got with us, nigga say our names

Yeah,
it to the next level, joe, crack and big ball
Blaze up the hay, one two, mic y'all
All been warned, this combination
Connected in the location
So niggaz won't be runnin up and make me have to slug at, that
Part of yo' body where your hug at
Rugrat, you better find mo' kids to play with
Three niggaz, we ain't got to say shit
Our way shit, do some real make em pay
Them niggaz wit me that don't rap, them the that spray shit
Pop pop, the chop chop, out the drop top
Drip drip, a nigga blood, til his heart stop
Hard times made a nigga a lot of hard rhymes
Hard lines from my mind took eightball big
fat joe and big pun
I guarantee don't of y'all tricks want none

Chorus: big

(this is for the heavyweights)
[pun] aiyyo we large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that play those games
You got beef us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights..)

pun]
Yo, aiyyo you! fuck your whole crew for breathin
Fuck mother, your father, your kids - for no reason
I give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth
It's one and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe
You than a motherfuckin snake in the grass
Fake for the cash, wait til you ? ? , shake and you crash
You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you in yo' past
Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, a bath
Up - you wouldn't last a day and a half
I'll bet my and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass
you can say, "take me at last, I'm ready for death"
Now you heavnely strapped
A cherry lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..
.. you motherfuckers ready for
your crucifix, tell God I'm coming for your juicy lips
You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the
Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain bring
Think y'all for pun, nigga say my name
I don't play those games, you picked the wrong to fuck with
Punk bitch, that's why yo' suck dick!
What...

Chorus: big

(this is for the heavyweights)
we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that play those games
You got beef with us, say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)
we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that play those games
You got beef with us, say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)