Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

The heat is on, are y'all really ready to
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, have your ready to cry
The heat is on
The is on, you know

The heat is on, my next move
Do I stick the score or get with the door
Feds got the in the back of the U haul
Snipers on the roof, chance of away, too small
Tell 'em like this look, gonna be a shoot out
make it ou,t meet back at the new house, good luck
If I see you again, peace

Let's handle our business with government police
You and you, go out the front, you take the
You cover the first two and take the sack
Boomer didn't make it, did Stan
Now it's three niggaz splitin' four grand
We all the loss but enjoy the profit
The game is the and nothin' gonna stop it
Most times you make it, one time you
All a nigga could really do is a vest under the coat, c'mon

The heat is on, are y'all ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all ready to die?
The heat is on, have your ready to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you

The is on, are y'all really ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all ready to die?
The heat is on, have your ready to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you

Me and my two mans, gave money grand
For a scam, they get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin' caught, slim, next to
But now we like three deep, need extra gun
Bump my man, I remember from up north
I remember he had principles and wasn't nothin'
Off with disgust, was slow and dizzy
Everybody got it, aight, let's get

Run up in the bank, hit the deck
Yo bust money and get the off his neck
We on the clock, three mintues we finish
Feds are on the way but I'm to see spinach
In and out bag across the back
large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out, niggaz out
Run up on a civilian in his car, him get out

The heat is on, are really ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, have your mother to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you

The heat is on, are y'all really to fly?
The heat is on, are really ready to die?
The heat is on, have your ready to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you

High speed chasin', racin' the streets
Death's in the air, I can it through the heat
My partner's fast, I don't think he's gonna last
And if he don't, I'm a hit his wife with his
But that's the type of nigga I am, this just rappin'
I made it, he didn't, but shit happens
What can I do, but go on
Fleein' from the condo, I go on a

goes on, that may sound wrong but hey
We all live by the rules of the game we
Day to day, death is a
The way I play is a fist stops you from me
It's too hot to be in the heat it's on
Too hot to be in the streets, so I'm
Go back to being discreet, long
one day, either me or the heat is gone, c'mon

The heat is on, are y'all really to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, have mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The is on, you know

The is on, are y'all really ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The is on, you know
The is on