Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

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

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

Nigga burn, yeah, my Fam learn to
We got shit locked with no key to turn
Navigator, easy when you earn a buck
It's 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, got angles to hit
Billboards and shit

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

Lil' monkeys for wreck
They get up and extorted for your toast 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Switch my finger often to prevent a callus
For me many Men hold malice, I with violence
Since we tryin' to 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, to touch, weavin' shit like Prince Naseem Hamed
The flow is Ten karat and your lyrics is
Big horse, plus you walk like your salads tossed
Smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold thats

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 know
Niggas need to go ahead with them flows
Da 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch like
Hurricane

the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and another whip
Ghetto out on some other shit
switch, leave the whole city dark like 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'
Doublin' my on a triple beam
Instead I the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide us

Not even riches, not even
Look now, niggas of the World stay pictures
Of the inner-city
Who can roll and fat one and feel this
We put it

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

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