Luyện nghe bài hát Sunstroke

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

Chrome heater, street
Gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a
shot Nine now, one of my new pets
And these twins 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
like 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 The Don Juan for you Don Con's
In the double Yukon, tote two arms
From 'til death do
And I bet you I spit shots they connect to dead you

monkeys postin' for wreck
They get 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, you'll be and then left

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

For you small change niggas who to ball
I got six digits now, what you 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 We got hits
Nothin' but the hot hits, it drop
topless
(Sunstroke)

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

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

my trigger finger often to prevent a callus
For me Men hold 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 killings be
The tried to link Da Rainjahz to the crime
Through the use of material
I'm takin' all bets, who it?

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

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

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need to go ahead with them outdated flows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

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

less, ya'll re-imported by the government
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be on the bubblin'
Doublin' my cream on a beam
Instead I 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 realness
Who can roll and fat one and feel this
We put it

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

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