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
send a bitch to get ya
So don't fucking stupid
I you got the product
'Cause I could the money
I taste the weed
me somethin' or a body, only way I'll leave
I love to watch 'em
I love when bitches
If sucking on the barrel, you can't hear her scream
So kiss the fucking
aggravated Larson
And then I'm out the
It's in your home
Black gloves, mask on, plated chrome

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

Shotta,
Who be that, the one shotta?
Put a on you when I'm on your blocka
And you'll be thin, you'll be when I'm off it, off it, I'm off it
I got the magazine the pistol
For any politician shit, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, 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, just put mi mommy and mi

I hate the way I think, I the way it looms
I the way the things I say incinerate a room
I know I'm change, but it'll never work
Just end up broken down than when I started
And that feels the hardest every time I seem to touch it
Started I ain't meant for life but that's too deep
Falling up the ceiling while I'm drowning in the creek of my emotions trying harder to be open
Talking 'bout release
I'm trying to it to tomorrow
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to
So I need two of everything that's on the fuckin' menu
I'm dancing with setting fire to the venue, motherfucker

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

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

My old friend fucked my girlfriend, I should've him
to god about him
Man, I hit the
Yeah, my got badder
Shit, my ass got
And I them bitches
So now off to millions
I been 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 dick it
I hope you get
And this clean shit
This is pissing off the yacht my bitch on me
Wearin' on me
Cris' on ya
Bet ya on it
I came to for it

Came in, all y'all pockets
And your bitch came in and up on me
I'm rubber, I pulled up on you