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 speakers dump that real shit to blow out your twist
out your heaters if you're cold, warm it up, get it up
My niggas and my bitches get hands, get 'em up

I gets rough ride, get it raw like before
Hard core explore, nigga to knock down your
It seems you 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 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 scared with it
Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin' mission
Oh no, I'm back with another dose
And if you niggas know, I rock coast to coast

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

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

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

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

experience, hit that
I'm killin' it, macked out, I'm it
Crapped out nervousness stacks
I be them cats

I'm not concerned with
Who do I heard of ya act out?
I murder ya, out I'm burnin' ya
Niggas ain't that
And chicks I be them

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

Every time I come around to club 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
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
hot and I'm waitin' 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 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 everybody be sayin' that "Benzino is the thing"

Now here we go again, let's get dough again, fuck it
I fly to Logan and rip up the show again
Chronic steady, smokin' it, the drama never it

Niggas already that Jacob, he keeps me glowin'
And East we keep it hustlin', South they keep it
And West they keep it comin' and West they keep on it

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
Don't act you seen a ghost
Just it out

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

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?