Luyện nghe bài hát X-Tra Hot

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

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

I gets rough ride, get it raw like before
Hard core explore, nigga to knock your door
It seems you take no more, so stick 'em up
Now it up to get your nigga's buck, what the fuck?

I struck a match, I tip my hat to the
I get them niggas, with the of death, I got the rep
Motherfucker, my name is Daz, whoop ass
Everyday, all day, I count big ass

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

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

Every time I come around to your 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, is risin'
I want you inside me, on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this
Extra hot and I'm for you

I'm steady and shit, you see it's evident
I canary it, I'm not even not even hearin'
Ya meet her at the

Unforgettable experience, hit
I'm it, macked out, I'm swervin' it
Crapped out your stacks
I be deservin' them

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

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

Every time I around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me to coast
act like you seen a ghost
Just it out

Benzino, is risin'
I want you inside me, 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, complete it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it

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

Now here we go again, let's get this again, fuck it
I fly to Logan and rip up the show again
Chronic steady, smokin' it, the drama provokin' it

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

Every time I come 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 coast to
Don't act 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
hot and I'm waitin' for you

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