Luyện nghe bài hát X-Tra Hot

MT, Benzino, Daz
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Hey, I'm back a hit at this dumpster
Plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your
Pull out your if you're cold, warm it up, get it up
My niggas and my bitches get hands, get 'em up

I gets rough ride, get it raw like never
core explore, nigga to knock down your door
It seems you take no more, so stick 'em up
Now give it up to get your buck, what the fuck?

I a match, I tip my hat to the left
I get them niggas, the laws of death, I got the rep
Motherfucker, my is Daz, I'll whoop ass
Everyday, all day, I count big ass

It's just I keep on comin' it, I know you're scared with it
It's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin'
Oh no, nigga I'm back with another
And if you niggas don't know, I rock to coast

I hit you with that click-clack, in that
Niggas do that and they said that I did that
The D A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin' to fuck a
Now my niggas, you know who run the

Every I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me to coast
Don't act like you seen a
scream it out

Benzino, temperature is
I you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't this feeling
hot and I'm waitin' for you

I'm livin' and shit, you see it's evident
I canary wearin' it, I'm not not even hearin'
Ya her at the Meridian

experience, hit that
I'm it, macked out, I'm swervin' it
Crapped out nervousness stacks
I be them cats

I'm not with them
Who do I never heard of ya act
I murder ya, out I'm burnin' ya
Niggas ain't that
And I be importin' them

Fly that ass Zino, put you up in first
She bring a for D A Z at the crib with L-T
Feelin' doggy-style, three

time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it
(Daz)
And if you see me to coast
act like you seen a ghost
Just it out

Benzino, temperature is
I you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm for you

Click-clack, I'm bustin' 'em, hit stacks, I'm 'em
track, I'm crushin' 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it
Flip rhymes, with it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it

nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard, he feelin' it
Blast off, I'm it, drop-top, be wheelin'
And be sayin' that "Benzino is the realest thing"

Now we go again, let's get this dough again, fuck it
I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the show
Chronic steady, smokin' it, the never provokin' it

Niggas already knowin' that Jacob, he keeps me
And East we it hustlin', South they keep it crunk
And West they keep it comin' and West they keep on it

Every time I come to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to
Don't act like you a ghost
scream it out

Benzino, is risin'
I want you inside me, on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide feeling
hot and I'm waitin' for you

Every time I come around to your club or the
We got it hot, all my and bitches, why don't you yell it out?