Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two..
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring shit
cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT
Yeah, one two..
Bout to that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT
Yeah.. (oooh)

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's - I surface with the purpose
to let y'all niggaz the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, sellin my shit
Let's just say you and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
and that travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
say anything - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit style?
Niggaz me as Com it's time hear me go wild
HOT SHIT, yeah..
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two..
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, then that shit
You say you got ones, bring that shit
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT
No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

Old men see visions young men dream
I the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he ain't his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
- like a with a white girl
You want me to cypher you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I'm pursuin these
Everyone I tryin to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and a touch
You'll get like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white to keep my life stable
I fatal bringin niggaz to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said BRING THAT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit)
(You say you got ones, then that shit
cause you need a lot more and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
we spit Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT..
HOT SHIT.. yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT.. out
HOT..