Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed his
His watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of
Left his son to grow, in the of the slums
With a that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine
A new year is dawning, new crews is
gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to one
But eighty-five uncivilized content
No tolerance so a is spent
Behind a cage bent smoked out on a bench
instinct slave rap niggas get lynched

So yo break that arm fast as a fuck
Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow penguins, duckin from these
Hot rocks flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, album "Blood on Chef Apron"
a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats the of Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a swatted bamboo
High school dropouts, get knocked the fuck out
On the regular for robbin a good house
cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo the Frusen Gladjé

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, armed dangerous
Hit you close range this madness
Unique design shine like a dish
The beat kick split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the
Alone in my level heat it up the boiling point of metal
Living legend, known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through section
the Force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic
Borderline to insane, I rain
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a order
I got my sword cross your throat you

We on the run with the guns, get you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they
Now I'm guilty by
of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
Commence when I these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody matress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm in
Shootin at the top ten, rhyme concoction
Blend chameleon
All these want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go but then, still can't get no satisfaction
again, back on the block crumb snatchin
Blowin backs in
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Unitas
Handle that arthritis
Still, hold a golden like King Midas

Drownin problems in Heinekens imported Holland
Gettin boosted off of killer bee
Stone columns get trapped by drum mac loud as gun claps
Pin a crab nigga to death of a thumbtacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it bees the Wind Ninja
Soul edged controls your Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the forbidden root
I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new
Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
When scream from the hot Glock like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") through like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block them blood to gush
From digital to analog, the camoflogue
The entourage squad we through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the like a shadow
Connectin Brooklyn/Shaol the Verrazanno-Narrows

Stash the cream though, ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we
me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas with a axe,
You crash a meal, got you back steel
em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
Sit back y'all niggas out
Fakes that delegate we spittin out
Verb burgular, the Wally shoe store reserve
A jet status, Guyanese up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Ralph goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and mad quick
Strong approach magnets, custom wood crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one
Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, like
Step on his Klondike, get your dart
We on it like, wind breaker niggas get they face broke
Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, y'all cats