Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet his lung
His father the horror 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
slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his
Who got slain last summer by a runner
A new is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son every day is a rerun
So I out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent content
No so a lifetime is spent
Behind a bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap get lynched

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

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you range with this madness
Unique design shine a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my level heat it up past the point of metal
Living legend, known to set trend
Lethal weapon, through your section
With the like Luke Skywalker
author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic
Borderline to insane, I firewater
Tape recorder, be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your you joke

We on the run with the guns, get you none
When it reach out and teach someone, they buns
Now I'm guilty by
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target
when 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, concoction
Blend like
All these want 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 backs in
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Unitas
Handle like arthritis
Still, a golden touch like King Midas

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

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