Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Staff
the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his
His watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of
Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the
With a shot that go, for metal for cash flow
React 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 crews is
Rival gangs blood 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 tolerance so a is spent
a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct rap niggas get lynched

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

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, armed dangerous
Hit you close range with madness
design shine like a deep dish
The kick technique split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my level heat it up the boiling point of metal
legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your
With the Force Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, mind torture
performer, bit the mic sayanora
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 with the guns, get you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they
Now I'm guilty by
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, practice
Commence when I throw darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody matress
me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme
Blend like
All these 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 backs in
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny
Handle that arthritis
Still, hold a touch like King Midas

Drownin problems in Heinekens imported from
boosted 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 edged blade controls Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the tree root
I secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits
With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it
bullets scream from the hot Glock like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block them blood to gush
digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue
The entourage we stompin through Zanzibar
herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connectin like the Verrazanno-Narrows

Stash the though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
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 niggas with a axe, Maxamill
You crash a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the dollar bills
Sit back eyein niggas out
Fakes that delegate we spittin out
Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe reserve
A jet status, bird up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, wood crane name
rich, RZA made the waves in one chain
Feelin like, wheelin a bike, slide like
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