Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

Five star general spit, hush them
I star, why even them niggas?
By far, I'm the shit, flush them
Fuck them niggas, I'ma crush 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 squeeze it sounds like duets

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

Shit
Hoes titties bouncin', 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 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

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

the game 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 straight, my money is big faced

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

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

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

You hits? We got hits
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
state, mad mileage
Your wild but we the wildest

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

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

Wise, hard to touch, weavin' shit Prince Naseem Hamed
The flow is Ten and your lyrics is poor
Big horse, plus you like your salads been tossed
Smoke the explosion, rock hand 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 I don't even know
Niggas to go ahead with them outdated flows
Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we in this bitch like
Mitch

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

less, ya'll re-imported by the government
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 shit gon' divide us

Not even riches, not even
Look now, 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 enemies on my riches