Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(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
Yeah, one two..
Bout to spit that, HOT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and
Niggaz know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggaz drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface the purpose
to let y'all know the demo
Voice is a that's monumental
You couldn't fuck 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 makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I lecture how I got God but don't got
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 battle
and that travel at the speed of need
Never agree the ways of the world
Cats say anything - they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit style?
know 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, then that shit
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to some) HOT SHIT
No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

Old men see visions men dream dreams
I rock the planet - - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything 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 project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a girl
You want me to cypher with you and the
I just did a - I'm pursuin these broads
I ain't tryin to fuck
Wanna female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin mouth to say
feel my heat in the night - it leaves you the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel
defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I fatal bringin niggaz to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot

(You say you got guns, then bring 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 known to spit this) HOT
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..