Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake drown the deeper the verse gets
as a skinny girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
to let niggaz know the demo
Voice is a that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggaz 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, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, sellin my
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 - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it you sit indian style?
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, bring that shit
You say you got ones, then bring shit
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT
No doubt.. HOT SHIT!

Old men see visions young men dream
I rock the - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man yo' weight - he ain't carryin his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
senators, life twirls, most sell out
- like a with a white girl
You want me to cypher you and the Gods?
I just did a - I'm pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and a touch
get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a shot, for openin your mouth to say
feel my heat in the - 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 zone it's my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to
A man came in the thick of the night
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, bring that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, then that shit
you need 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
we spit Jay? (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..