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 that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's - I surface with the purpose
to let y'all niggaz the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin
that bob and weave, and niggaz with on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, sellin my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
and that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the of the world
Cats say anything - they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit indian
Niggaz know me as Com 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, bring that shit
cause you need a lot more ones and 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 - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
- like a dread with a girl
You me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show - I'm pursuin broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
Wanna feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to
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 for niggaz to travel through
defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I write fatal bringin to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said BRING THAT when you pick 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
you need 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..