Luyện nghe bài hát X-Tra Hot

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

Hey, I'm with a hit at this dumpster
Plus your speakers dump that real to blow out your twist
out your heaters 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 down door
It seems you can't take no more, so 'em up
Now give it up to get nigga's buck, what the fuck?

I struck a match, I tip my hat to the
I get them niggas, the laws 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 Benzino back on a fuckin'
Oh no, nigga I'm back with dose
And if you niggas know, I rock coast to coast

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

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

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

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

experience, hit that
I'm killin' it, 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 murder ya, out I'm burnin' ya
Niggas ain't that
And chicks I be them

Fly that ass Zino, put you up in class
She a coat for D A Z at the crib with L-T
doggy-style, part three

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

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

Click-clack, I'm 'em, hit stacks, I'm clutchin' 'em
This track, I'm 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it
Flip rhymes, complete with it, hit dimes, I'm with it

nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard, he feelin' it
Blast off, I'm pealin' it, drop-top, be
And be sayin' that "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', South keep it crunk
And West they keep it comin' and they keep on gunnin' it

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 coast to
Don't act like you a ghost
scream it out

Benzino, is risin'
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

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?