Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the collapsed his lung
His watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, the age of twenty-one
his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums
With a shot go, for twisted metal for cash flow
slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine
A new year is dawning, new is forming
Rival gangs warring blood 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 tolerance so a is spent
a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap get lynched

So yo break that nigga arm as a fuck
Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you footed penguins, duckin from these
Hot that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a swatted 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 Gladjé

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close with this madness
design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step your section
With the like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, mind torture
performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I rain
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court
I got my sword cross 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 blackness eclipsin the sun, practice
when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, your matress
me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, concoction
Blend chameleon
All these niggas cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, can't get no satisfaction
Once again, back on the block crumb
Blowin backs in
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny
that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden like King Midas

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

Stash the cream though, ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we
me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas with a axe,
You crash a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar
Sit back y'all niggas out
Fakes that delegate we fire out
Verb burgular, design the 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 mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood name
Stylin rich, RZA the waves in one chain
mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
Step on his Klondike, get dart right
We on it like, wind breaker niggas get they face broke
Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, y'all cats