Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

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

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

burn, yeah, my Fam learn to earn
We got shit locked with no key 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 huh, Sauce got angles to hit
triangles and shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rap be serial
The FEDS to link Da Rainjahz to the crime
the use of genetic material
I'm takin' all bets, who it?

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

Straight haul off and smack a nigga just for
Bleed Hennessey, rhyme theres 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Niggas to go ahead with them outdated flows
Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch
Hurricane

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

Seen less, re-imported by the government
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
now, niggas of the World stay paintin' pictures
Of the realness
Who can roll and fat one and feel this
We put it

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

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