Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweights

big punisher, eightball, fat joe

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

No heart, that's why other niggaz 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 nothin less you givin 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 gotta wit her
16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm wit her
For real nigga, you 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 give that ass more than broccoli
With no apology, yo be my property
Cop a seat and watch the 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] aiyyo we 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 guys, that don't play those games
You got beef us, nigga say our names

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
in the disclosed location
So won't 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' kids to 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 one's that shit
Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the top
Drip drip, a nigga blood, til his heart stop
Hard times made a nigga write a lot of rhymes
Hard lines from my mind took big time
fat joe and big pun
I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want

big punisher

(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 play those
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, niggaz see me
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, don't play those games
You got beef us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights..)

[big
Yo, aiyyo you! fuck your whole crew for breathin
Fuck your mother, father, your kids - for no reason
I give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth
one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe
You worse a motherfuckin snake in the grass
Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ? ? , shake and you
You pay for yo' acts, and all the you made in yo' past
Hope you get raped in yo' ass you, takin a bath
Up north - you last a day and a half
I'll bet my weight and my stack, a will slash, yo' face and yo' ass
Before you can say, "take me at last, I'm for death"
Now you heavnely strapped
A cherry lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..
.. you motherfuckers ready for
Grab your crucifix, tell God I'm coming for juicy lips
You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the
Bruising shit enough to hurt and I'll bring
Think y'all for pun, nigga say my name
I don't play those games, you picked the wrong 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 beef with us, nigga say our
(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 play games
You got with us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)