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 more ones and guns for this)
(to get my man see we bout to some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout to that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT
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 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 couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and with jobs 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 lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, sellin my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
and people that travel at the speed of
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they
How you bringin it when you sit style?
Niggaz 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 bring that
You say you got ones, then that shit
cause you 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 - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man yo' weight - he ain't carryin his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
- like a dread with a white
You want me to cypher 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 that's dutch and scraped up
up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
feel my in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel
Before defeatin me - Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own like it's my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal niggaz to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, then that 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 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..