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, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, squad)
Don carta' bomb (suave house) what the fuck?
Violator, violator! yeah, uhh, yo..

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

eightball, big punisher

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

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

Chorus: big

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

pun]
Yo, aiyyo fuck you! fuck whole crew for breathin
Fuck your mother, your father, kids - for no reason
I don't a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth
one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe
You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the
Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ? ? , shake and you
You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo'
Hope you get raped in yo' ass you, takin a bath
Up north - you 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 just strapped
A cherry lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..
.. you motherfuckers for this?
Grab your crucifix, tell God I'm coming for your juicy
You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the
Bruising shit to hurt and pain I'll bring
Think pray for pun, nigga say my name
I play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with
bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick!
What...

Chorus: big

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