Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Staff
While the feature is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet his lung
His father watched the as he swallowed his tongue
Another dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the of the slums
With a that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who revenge for his brother
Who got last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new is forming
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
Behind a cage bent smoked out on a park
Killer slave rap niggas get lynched

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

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist armed
Hit you close range with this
Unique shine like a deep dish
The kick technique split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my level it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through 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 saved by a court
I got my sword cross 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 guilty by
of blackness eclipsin the sun, target 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, concoction
Blend like
All these niggas cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go but then, still can't get no satisfaction
Once again, on the block crumb snatchin
Blowin backs in
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny
that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King

Drownin problems in Heinekens from Holland
boosted off of killer bee pollen
Stone columns get by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pin a nigga to death of a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu fold, it bees the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged blade controls your
The fig newt', fruit the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber new recruits
With Fatal Guillotine, the black team what it means
When bullets scream from the hot Glock like from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation
Shots get popped on the block cause them 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 though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we
me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back
em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
Sit back eyein y'all out
Fakes that we spittin fire out
burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve
A jet status, Guyanese bird up on my
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, wood crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one
mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
Step on his Klondike, get dart right
We movin on it like, wind breaker get they face broke
get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats