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
you need 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..
Turn it nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; 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 - I surface with the purpose
to let niggaz know 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 and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
that bob and weave, and with jobs on the side sell weed
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
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
and people that at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like say to they girl
How you it when 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, then 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 young 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 like "The Blair Project"
in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
- like a dread with a girl
You want me to cypher with you and the
I just did a show - I'm pursuin these
Everyone I ain't tryin to
feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a shot, for openin your mouth to say
feel my in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a for niggaz to travel through
Before me - Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I fatal bringin 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, bring that shit
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT
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..