Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two..
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then that 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 spit that, HOT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come near the
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
to let y'all know the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a for these niggaz on the net, sellin my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm
In a habitat of and battle raps
and people that at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian
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 bring that
You say you got ones, then bring that
cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?
(to get my man see we to spit some) HOT SHIT
No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

Old men see visions men dream dreams
I the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he carryin his
Scary the biz is "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, twirls, most sell out
- like a dread a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the
I just did a show - I'm pursuin these
Everyone I ain't tryin to
Wanna feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
feel my heat in the night - it leaves you the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I write bringin niggaz to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said BRING SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot

(You say you got guns, then that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
cause you a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit Jay? (Throw it 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..