Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

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

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

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

Shit
Hoes bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit, bitch try waitin'
to the telly huh, Sauce 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 trapped up and 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 nigga, chain two below
I'm a Mommy, the fame I ain't fo'
The foes I don't hate, hoes I don't
Henny I drink straight, my money is big

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

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

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

You want hits? We got
Nothin' but the hot hits, once it
Everybody's
(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 trigger finger often to prevent a
For me many Men malice, I react with violence
we tryin' to double the dough, we double the sins
Even the gnats is double now lookin' fraternal twins

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

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

Straight haul off and a nigga just for posin'
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 even know
Niggas need to go ahead with them flows
Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this like
Mitch

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

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

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

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