Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Staff
While the feature broadcast is to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his
Another dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted for cash flow
React slow and get, P.L.O
By the gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got slain summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily
The streets are deep Son every day is like a
So I out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent content
No tolerance so a lifetime is
Behind a cage bent smoked out on a park
Killer instinct 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 that's flamin, for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet
And a mink in, next "Blood on Chef Apron"
a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, the Book of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted
High dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the for robbin a good nigga house
cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot lava, gringo throw the Frusen Gladjé

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close range this madness
Unique design shine a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran to set trend
Lethal weapon, step your section
With the Force like Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate torture
performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I rain
recorder, can't be saved by a court 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, they buns
Now I'm guilty by
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, 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, concoction
Blend like
All these niggas want cheese, is we or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still get no satisfaction
Once again, back on the block crumb
backs in cold
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny
Handle that like
Still, hold a golden touch like King

Drownin in Heinekens imported from 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 thousand
The Wu Sensai fold, it bees the Wind Ninja
edged blade controls your Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the forbidden tree
I stay in the Chamber trainin new recruits
With Fatal Guillotine, the hooded team what it means
When bullets scream from the hot like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Whoops
Shots get popped on the cause them blood to gush
From to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue
The entourage squad we stompin through
Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the like a shadow
Connectin Brooklyn/Shaol the Verrazanno-Narrows

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