Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind
While the feature is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the collapsed his lung
His father watched the horror as he his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of
Left his son to grow, in the of the slums
With a that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took for his brother
Who got last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new is forming
Rival warring blood steadily pouring
The are deep Son every day is like a rerun
So I out and try to teach one
But eighty-five uncivilized content
No so a lifetime is spent
Behind a cage bent smoked out on a bench
Killer slave rap niggas get lynched

So yo break that arm fast as a fuck
Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from
Hot that's flamin, chocolate 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"
Keep a PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, the Book of Daniel
Coke hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo
High dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for robbin a good nigga
Rough cut raw doses, the
Hot rock lava, throw the Frusen Gladjé

Ha ha ha ha, yo
you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close with this madness
Unique shine like a deep dish
The beat 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 like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate torture
Live performer, bit the mic
Borderline to insane, I firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court
I got my cross your throat you joke

We on the run with the golden guns, get you
it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by
Times of blackness the sun, target practice
Commence when I throw darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your
me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin at the top ten, rhyme concoction
Blend like
All these niggas cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no
Once again, back on the block snatchin
Blowin in cold
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Unitas
Handle that arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch King Midas

Drownin in Heinekens imported from Holland
Gettin boosted off of killer bee
Stone get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pin a crab to death of a thousand thumbtacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul blade controls your Interpol
The fig newt', from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the trainin new recruits
Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
When bullets scream from the hot Glock like rock a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation
get popped on the block cause them blood to gush
From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear
The squad we stompin through Zanzibar
Like of cattle, RZA plays the wall 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 shit she passin off to me though
We wax niggas with a axe, Maxamill
You could a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand bills
Sit back eyein niggas out
Fakes that we spittin fire out
burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve
A jet status, bird up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane
Stylin rich, RZA made the in one chain
Feelin mics like, 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