Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two..
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit)
(You say you got ones, then that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and 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..
Turn it down nigga, HOT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; here and +Now+
know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggaz the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I with the purpose
to let y'all niggaz know the
Voice is a instrument monumental
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with on the side sell weed
I off the hunger that a bum or abandoned 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 on the net, sellin my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a of Cadillacs 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 it when you sit indian style?
Niggaz know me as Com it's hear 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
cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(to get my man see we to spit some) HOT SHIT
No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

Old men see visions young men 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 ain't his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, life twirls, sell out
- like a dread with a white
You me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a - I'm pursuin these broads
Everyone I tryin to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and a touch
You'll get split 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 to spray
Get a shot, for openin your mouth to say
feel my in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my stable
I write fatal niggaz to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you 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 need a lot more ones and for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit (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..