Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

Five general spit, hush them niggas
I star, why even them niggas?
By far, I'm the shit, flush them
Fuck them niggas, I'ma them niggas

Chrome heater, street
Gun shots get deeper, cough up a and a liter
shot Nine now, one of my new pets
And when these twins it sounds like duets

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

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

And who's Jeter? The Don for you Don Con's
In the double Yukon, tote two arms
From Brooknam death do
And I bet you when I spit shots they to dead you

monkeys postin' for wreck
They get trapped up and extorted for your and your vest
I'm no joke, so and be laughin' to death
And if you think so simple, you'll be gassed and then left

the game tight nigga, chain two below
I'm a Mommy, the fame I ain't fo'
The I don't hate, hoes I don't chase
Henny I drink straight, my money is big

For you small niggas who playin' to ball
I got six digits now, you playin' it for?
I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the don't stop
Steppin' up to the top 'bout to shit locked.

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

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

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

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

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

Switch my finger often to prevent a callus
For me many Men hold malice, I react 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 tried to link Da Rainjahz to the
Through the use of genetic
I'm all bets, who want it?

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

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

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Niggas need to go ahead with outdated flows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

Fuck the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and whip
Ghetto out on some other shit
Style switch, leave the whole city like the Mothership
know the half, I hold the Nine with the rubber grip

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

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

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

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