Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

I got dreams of crack rocks and stripper poles
Of centerfolds
So I got secrets only me and all my niggas
Of in the doors
I'll send a to get ya
So don't play stupid
I you got the product
I could smell the money
I could the weed
Give me somethin' or a body, way I'll leave
I love to 'em squirm
I love when bleed
If sucking on the barrel, you can't hear her scream
So kiss the carpet
aggravated Larson
And then I'm out the
It's in your home
Black gloves, mask on, muzzle plated

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

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

I hate the way I think, I hate the way it
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a
I know I'm tryna change, but it'll never
end up more broken down than when 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 drowning in the creek of my trying harder to be open
Talking 'bout release
I'm to make 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 setting fire to the venue, motherfucker

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

you!
I'll break your neck so you can watch back
you!
I'll break your so you can watch your back
break your neck so you can watch your back
you!
I'll your neck 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 got badder
Shit, my ass got
And I them bitches
So now off to millions
I fucking sinning
Hit the forehead, chest, left, right, I'm
on the ceiling
And I got feelings
For all you demons
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 with my on me
Wearin' on me
Cris' on ya
Bet ya on it
I came to for it

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