Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

I got pipe dreams of crack rocks and stripper
Of centerfolds
So I got secrets me and all my niggas know
Of in the doors
I'll a bitch to get ya
So don't fucking stupid
I you got the product
'Cause I could smell the
I taste the weed
Give me or a body, only way I'll leave
I love to 'em squirm
I love when bleed
If she's sucking on the barrel, you can't hear her
So the fucking carpet
This Larson
And I'm out the door
It's in your home
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle chrome

Who called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops on my
the first one to go
The shot I blow
Who called the cops on my niggas?
Who done the cops on my niggas?

Shotta,
Who be that, the one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I'm on your
And you'll be thin, be issue when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it
I got the magazine from the
For any politician talkin' shit, issue
black man in the street, it's official
We riding out the spirit, go another pistol
Ha, fuck, cracka!
Cop on my block for the answers
Huh? I no got time for question
Huh, put mi mommy and mi bredren

I hate the way I think, I the way it looms
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a
I know I'm tryna change, but never work
Just end up more broken down than I started
And that concrete feels the hardest every time I seem to it
thinking I ain't meant for life but that's too deep
Falling up into the ceiling while I'm in the creek of my emotions trying harder to be open
Talking 'bout dates
I'm trying to it to tomorrow
Internal could be the hardest pill to swallow
So I need two shots of that's on the fuckin' menu
I'm dancing with myself; setting fire to the venue,

Who done the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the on my niggas?
That's the one to go
The first I blow
Who done called the on my niggas?
Who done called the on my niggas?

you!
I'll break your neck so you can your back
you!
I'll your neck so you can watch your back
I'll break your so you can watch your back
you!
I'll break your so you can watch your back
you

My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've him
to god about him
Man, I hit the
Yeah, my bitch got
Shit, my ass got
And I them bitches
So now off to millions
I fucking sinning
Hit the forehead, chest, left, right, I'm
Asses on the
And I got feelings
For all you lil'
Yeah, you see the
'Fore all you on me
on me
Suck a about it
I hope you get
And this ain't shit
This is pissing off the with my bitch on me
mink on me
Sippin' on ya
Bet ya on it
I to fight for it

in, raided all y'all pockets
And your came in and rubbed up on me
I'm burning rubber, I up on you