Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

Five star spit, hush them niggas
I star, why even discuss niggas?
By far, I'm the shit, them niggas
them niggas, I'ma crush them niggas

Chrome heater, sweeper
Gun get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter
Twelve shot now, one of my new pets
And when these twins squeeze it like duets

Nigga burn, yeah, my Fam learn to
We got shit locked no key holes to turn
Platinum Navigator, easy you earn a buck
It's a big fuckin' beeper when you turn it up

vibratin'
Hoes bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit, bitch try waitin'
Straight to the telly huh, got angles to hit
Billboards triangles and

And who's The Don Juan for you Don Con's
In the double Nine Yukon, two arms
From 'til death do
And I bet you when I spit they connect to dead you

Lil' monkeys for wreck
They get trapped up and extorted for toast and your vest
I'm no joke, so laugh and be to death
And if you think it's so simple, be gassed and then left

It's the game tight nigga, chain two
I'm a Gigolo Mommy, the I ain't fo'
The I don't hate, hoes I don't chase
I drink straight, my money is big faced

For you small change niggas who to ball
I got six digits now, you playin' it for?
I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the shit stop
Steppin' up to the top to have shit locked.

You want We got hits
but the hot hits, once it drop
Everybody's
(Sunstroke)

Hennessey and fly bitches
(Gun smoke)
The enemies on my riches

You want We got hits
Nothin' but the hot hits, once it
topless
(Sunstroke)

Hennessey and fly bitches
(Gun smoke)
The enemies plot on my

My stoutest be off balance
Gun with the
state, mad mileage
Your crew but we the wildest

Switch my trigger often to prevent a callus
For me Men hold malice, I react with violence
Since we tryin' to double the dough, we double the
Even the gnats is double now lookin' like fraternal

The rap killings be
The FEDS to link Da Rainjahz to the crime
Through the use of material
I'm all bets, who want it?

Wise, hard to touch, weavin' like Prince Naseem Hamed
The is Ten karat and your lyrics is poor
Big horse, plus you walk like your salads been
Smoke the explosion, second hand gold thats stolen

Straight off and smack a nigga just for posin'
Hennessey, rhyme like theres Ten of me
So you me?
Every verse, I'm on should be considered a

Why the fuck niggas be hatin'? I don't know
Niggas need to go ahead with outdated flows
Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in bitch like
Hurricane

Fuck the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and another
Ghetto cracked out on some shit
Style switch, the whole city dark like the Mothership
Ya'll the half, I hold the Nine with the rubber grip

Seen less, ya'll re-imported by the
If I rappin' I'd be on the corners bubblin'
Doublin' my cream on a triple
I keep the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide us

Not riches, not even bitches
Look now, of the World stay paintin' pictures
Of the realness
Who can relate? roll and fat one and feel
We put it

You hits? We got hits
Nothin' but the hot hits, once it
topless
(Sunstroke)

Hennessey shots and fly
(Gun smoke)
The enemies on my riches