Luyện nghe bài hát Hellz Wind Staff

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Staff
While the feature is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the collapsed his lung
His father watched the as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the
With a shot go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took for his brother
Who got slain last summer by a cocaine
A new year is dawning, new crews is
Rival 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 park
Killer instinct slave rap get lynched

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

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

We on the run the golden guns, get you none
When it reach out and teach someone, they buns
Now I'm guilty by
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target
Commence when I throw these at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, your matress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm in
bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
Blend chameleon
All these niggas want cheese, is we or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no
Once again, back on the crumb snatchin
Blowin backs in
Blunted non-assassin, for action, Johnny Unitas
that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King

problems in Heinekens imported from Holland
Gettin off of killer bee pollen
Stone columns get trapped by drum tracks mac as gun claps
Pin a crab nigga to death of a thumbtacks
The Wu fold, it bees the Wind Ninja scroll
edged blade controls your Interpol
The fig newt', fruit from the tree root
I stay secluded in the trainin new recruits
With Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
When bullets scream from the hot Glock like rock from a
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block cause them to gush
From to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue
The squad we stompin through Zanzibar
Like herds of cattle, RZA plays the like a shadow
Connectin Brooklyn/Shaol like the

the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we
Askin me though, is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas a axe, Maxamill
You could a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar
Sit back y'all niggas out
Fakes that we spittin fire out
Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe reserve
A jet status, Guyanese up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a
Yo, these is flooded and they mad quick
Strong like magnets, custom wood crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the in one chain
mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
Step on his Klondike, get your right
We movin on it like, wind breaker niggas get they face
get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats