Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweights

big punisher, eightball, fat joe

[fat
(y'all niggaz is crazy)
Don carta' bomb harder (we makin a 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 niggaz foul
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 less you givin up dubs
Feelin the love, tha killers and thugs
Players and pimps, and gents, swift in the butt
Not a fuck, that's the life I live
like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids
I my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her
16 shot getter, that's why I'm still wit her
For nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
My squad be 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 blocks'll be my
Cop a and watch the terror squad prophecy

Chorus: eightball, big

(this is for the heavyweights)
[8] make no
Thirty six o's is my kind of cake
(this is for the heavyweights)
We runnin from
that mail, tippin the scale
(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, 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, see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play games
You got beef with us, nigga say our

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

Chorus: big

(this is for the heavyweights)
aiyyo 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, 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 play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our
(this is for the heavyweights..)

[big
Yo, aiyyo fuck you! fuck whole crew for breathin
Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no
I don't give a fuck if you da nigga on earth
It's one planet and I'm the motherfucker in the universe
You worse than a motherfuckin in the grass
for the cash, wait til you pass ? ? , shake and you crash
You pay for yo' acts, and all the you made in yo' past
Hope you get in yo' ass while you, takin a bath
Up north - you last a day and a half
I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor slash, yo' face and yo' ass
Before you can say, "take me at last, I'm for death"
Now you just strapped
A cherry with lips, a 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 enough to hurt and pain bring
Think y'all pray for pun, nigga say my
I don't 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)
Aiyyo we 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 with 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 three guys, that don't those games
You got with us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)