Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

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

(You say you got guns, bring that shit
You say you got ones, then 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 men dream dreams
I rock the planet - - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a girl
You me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a - I'm pursuin these broads
Everyone I tryin to fuck
Wanna female presence and conversation a touch
get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your to say
my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin to life
A wise man in the thick of the night
He BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit)
(You say you got ones, then bring that
cause you need a lot more and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT
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..