Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
While the broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched the as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash
React nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took for his brother
Who got slain last by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is
gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The are deep Son every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to 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
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his
To all you footed penguins, duckin from these
Hot rocks flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet
And a mink in, next "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your
Discovery Channel, cats the of Daniel
blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo
High school dropouts, baseheads get the fuck out
On the regular for robbin a good house
Rough cut raw doses, the
Hot rock lava, gringo the Frusen Gladjé

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close with this madness
Unique design shine like a dish
The beat technique split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of
legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, through your section
the Force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, be saved by a court order
I got my sword your throat you joke

We on the run with the golden guns, get you
When it reach out and teach someone, they buns
Now I'm guilty by
Times of blackness the sun, target practice
Commence when I throw these at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, your matress
me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme
Blend like
All niggas want 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 in cold
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Unitas
Handle that arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like Midas

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

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