Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the collapsed his lung
His father 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 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 year is dawning, new is forming
Rival gangs blood steadily pouring
The streets are 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
Behind a cage bent smoked out on a bench
Killer slave rap niggas get lynched

So yo break that nigga arm as a fuck
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his
To all you slow footed penguins, duckin 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 PlayStation in playpen
Discovery Channel, cats the Book of
Coke blunts hot as a FUCK bamboo
High dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for robbin a good house
cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the Gladjé

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

We on the run with the guns, get you none
it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by
of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
Commence I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody matress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, concoction
Blend chameleon
All these niggas want cheese, is we mice or men, up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no
Once again, on the block crumb snatchin
backs in cold
Blunted non-assassin, for action, Johnny Unitas
Handle like arthritis
Still, hold a touch like King Midas

Drownin problems in Heinekens imported Holland
Gettin off of killer bee pollen
Stone get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pin a crab nigga to death of a thumbtacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it bees the Wind Ninja
Soul edged blade controls Interpol
The fig newt', fruit the forbidden 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 like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block cause blood to gush
From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear
The entourage squad we through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a
Connectin like the Verrazanno-Narrows

Stash the though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex name Ramo, hold em we rollin
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 crash a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand bills
Sit back y'all niggas out
that delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store
A jet status, Guyanese bird up on my
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood name
rich, RZA made the waves in one chain
Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide
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