Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My automatic stoutest be off
Gun the silence
Outta state, mad
Your crew but we the wildest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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