Luyện nghe bài hát X-Tra Hot

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

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

I gets rough ride, get it raw never before
Hard core explore, to knock down your door
It you can't 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 niggas, with 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 scared it
It's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a mission
Oh no, nigga I'm with another 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 said 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 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
Don't act like you a ghost
scream it out

Benzino, temperature is
I want you me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this
hot and I'm waitin' 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 killin' it, out, I'm swervin' it
Crapped out your stacks
I be deservin' cats

I'm not concerned them
Who do I never of ya act out?
I ya, blast out I'm burnin' ya
Niggas ain't that
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
doggy-style, part three

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?
(Daz)
And if you see me to coast
Don't act like you seen a
Just it out

Benzino, temperature is
I want you 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 'em, hit stacks, I'm clutchin' 'em
track, I'm crushin' 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it
Flip rhymes, with it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it

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

Now here we go again, let's get dough again, fuck it
I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the again
Chronic steady, smokin' it, the never 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 comin' and they keep on gunnin' it

Every time I 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
Just it out

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

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