Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

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

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

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

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

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 I spit shots they connect to dead you

Lil' postin' for wreck
They get trapped up and extorted for 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 gassed and then

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 don't
Henny I drink straight, my is big faced

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

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

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

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

My automatic be off balance
Gun the silence
state, mad mileage
Your crew wild but we the

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

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

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

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

Why the fuck be hatin'? I don't even know
Niggas need to go with them outdated flows
Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this like
Mitch

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

Seen less, re-imported by the government
If I wasn't I'd be on the corners bubblin'
Doublin' my cream on a triple
I keep the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide us

Not even riches, not 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 hits? We got
but the hot hits, once it drop
Everybody's
(Sunstroke)

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