Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

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

Let's handle our with these government police
You and you, go out the front, you the back
You cover the two and I'll 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 you make it, one time you won't
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat,

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

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

Run up in the bank, bitch hit the
Yo bust money and get the keys off his
We on the clock, three mintues until we
Feds are on the way but I'm tryin to see
In and out duffle bag the back
Extra large sports to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out, spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, him get out

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

speed chasin', racin' through the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it 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 ain't shit
can I do, but go on livin'
Fleein' the condo, I go on a ribbon

Life goes on, that may sound but hey
We all by the rules of the game we play
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 being discreet, live
'Til one day, either me or the heat is gone,

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 mother 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 ready to die?
The heat is on, have mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The heat is on, you
The is on