Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Wind Staff
the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his
His father watched the as he swallowed his tongue
Another dead, before the age of twenty-one
his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for flow
React 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 crews is
Rival gangs warring blood steadily
The streets are deep Son day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to one
But eighty-five percent content
No so a lifetime is spent
Behind a cage 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 flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards ex-pionage, square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet
And a mink in, album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, the Book of Daniel
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 about this, specialist 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 heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set
Lethal weapon, through your section
With the Force like Luke
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind
performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I firewater
Tape recorder, can't be by a court order
I got my cross your throat you joke

We on the run with the guns, get you none
it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm by association
Times of eclipsin the sun, target practice
Commence when I throw darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, concoction
like chameleon
All these niggas want cheese, is we or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no
again, back on the block crumb snatchin
Blowin in cold
Blunted non-assassin, for action, Johnny Unitas
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 nigga to of a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu fold, it bees the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged blade your Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the forbidden root
I stay in the Chamber trainin new recruits
With Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it
When bullets scream from the hot like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the cause them blood to gush
From digital to analog, the camoflogue
The entourage squad we stompin Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the like a shadow
Brooklyn/Shaol like the Verrazanno-Narrows

Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style
Lex graffiti name Ramo, em we rollin
Askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot in Toledo
that shit she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back
Scold em and fold em the thousand dollar bills
Sit back eyein y'all out
Fakes that 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 inside a
Yo, these hands is and they mad quick
Strong 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 right
We movin on it like, wind breaker niggas get face broke
Jury get snatched, magazine on the low, fuck y'all cats