Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

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

handle our business with these government police
You and you, go out the front, you take the
You the first two and I'll take the sack
Boomer didn't make it, did Stan
Now it's niggaz splitin' four hundred grand
We all feel the loss but the profit
The game is the same and nothin' stop it
Most times you make it, one you won't
All a nigga could really do is have a under the coat, c'mon

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

The is on, are y'all really ready 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

Me and my two mans, gave twenty grand
For a scam, they don't get the condo in the
And chances of caught, slim, next to none
But now we like three deep, need extra gun
Bump into my man, I remember from up
I remember he had principles and wasn't soft
Off with disgust, just was and dizzy
got it, aight, let's get busy

Run up in the bank, bitch hit the
Yo bust money and get the off his neck
We on the clock, three mintues until we
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, spread out
Run up on a in his car, made him get out

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

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

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

Life goes on, that may 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 you from killin' me
too hot to be in the heat 'cuz it's on
Too hot to be in the streets, so I'm
Go back to discreet, live long
'Til one day, either me or the is gone, c'mon

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 mother to cry
The heat is on
The heat is on, you

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