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 that
cause you need a lot 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 come near the
I appear in on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface the purpose
to let y'all niggaz the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the sell weed
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
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 Cadillacs and battle
and people that at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to 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
cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to 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 Everything and is
How yo' man pullin yo' weight - he carryin his
Scary the biz is "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
- like a dread a white girl
You want me to cypher you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't tryin to
feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped 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 openin your to say
feel my in the night - it leaves you without the day
I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to
A man came in the thick of the night
He said BRING THAT SHIT when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

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