Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

Five star spit, hush them niggas
I star, why discuss 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 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 with no key holes to turn
Navigator, easy when you earn a buck
It's like a big fuckin' beeper when you it up

vibratin'
Hoes bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit, bitch try waitin'
Straight to the telly huh, Sauce got to hit
Billboards and shit

And who's The Don Juan for you Don Con's
In the double Nine Yukon, tote two
From Brooknam death do
And I bet you when I shots 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 laugh and be to death
And if you think it's so simple, be gassed and then left

the game tight nigga, chain two below
I'm a Gigolo Mommy, the fame I fo'
The I don't hate, hoes I don't chase
I drink straight, my money is big faced

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why the fuck niggas be I don't even know
need to go ahead with them outdated flows
Da 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch like
Hurricane

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

Seen less, ya'll re-imported by the
If I rappin' I'd be on the corners bubblin'
Doublin' my on a triple beam
Instead I keep the team tight and like ain't shit gon' divide us

Not even riches, not even
Look now, niggas of the World paintin' pictures
Of the realness
Who can relate? roll and fat one and feel
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 plot on my