Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Staff
While the feature broadcast is to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his
His father watched the as he swallowed his tongue
Another dead, before the age of twenty-one
his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash
React slow and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his
Who got last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is
Rival gangs warring blood steadily
The streets are deep Son every day is like a
So I reach out and try to one
But eighty-five uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is
Behind a bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap niggas get

So yo break that nigga arm as a fuck
Tell Ra, Goldie my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow penguins, duckin from these
Hot rocks flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball hard
bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of
Coke blunts hot as a FUCK bamboo
High school dropouts, get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for a good nigga house
Rough cut raw doses, the
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Frusen

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist dangerous
Hit you close range with madness
design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my level heat it up the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set
Lethal weapon, step through section
With the Force like Skywalker
author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic
Borderline to insane, I firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a order
I got my sword your throat you joke

We on the run the golden guns, get you none
When it reach out and someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm by association
Times of eclipsin the sun, target practice
Commence I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme
Blend like
All these niggas cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no
Once again, back on the crumb snatchin
Blowin in cold
non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unitas
Handle that arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch King Midas

Drownin in Heinekens imported from Holland
Gettin off of killer bee pollen
Stone columns get trapped by drum mac loud as gun claps
Pin a crab to death of a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu fold, it bees the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul blade controls your Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the tree root
I stay secluded in the trainin new recruits
With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded what it means
When bullets scream from the hot Glock rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Whoops
Shots get popped on the cause them blood to gush
From to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue
The squad we stompin through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle, RZA the wall like a shadow
Brooklyn/Shaol like the Verrazanno-Narrows

Stash the though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we
Askin me though, is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy shit she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas with a axe,
You could a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand bills
Sit back eyein niggas out
Fakes delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burgular, the Wally shoe store reserve
A jet status, bird up on my mattress
me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is and they mad quick
Strong like magnets, custom wood crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the in one chain
mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
Step on his Klondike, get your right
We movin on it like, wind breaker niggas get face broke
Jury get snatched, right on the low, fuck y'all cats