Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
cause you 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 +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't near the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake niggaz drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface with the
to let niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't 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 makin moves
that bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell
I off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for 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 travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to girl
How you bringin it you sit indian 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, 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 bout to spit some) HOT
No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

Old men see young men dream dreams
I the planet - recognize - 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 like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, life twirls, most out
- a dread with a white 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
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 - you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your to say
my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for to travel through
defeatin me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life
I write fatal niggaz to life
A wise man in the thick of the night
He said BRING SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, bring that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring shit
cause you a lot more ones and guns 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..