Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

The heat is on, are y'all really ready to
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 next
Do I stick the score or get with the door
Feds got the drop in the back of the U
on the roof, chance of getting away, too small
Tell 'em this look, it's gonna be a shoot out
Whoever make it ou,t meet back at the new house, luck
If I see you again, peace

Let's handle our with these 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' 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 time you
All a nigga could do is have a vest under the coat, c'mon

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 is on high
The is on, you know

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

Me and my two mans, gave money twenty
For a scam, they get the condo in the sand
And chances of gettin' caught, slim, to none
But now we like three deep, need that gun
Bump into my man, I remember up north
I remember he had and wasn't nothin' soft
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 until we finish
Feds are on the way but I'm to see spinach
In and out duffle bag across the
large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds they attack, I spit lead out, niggaz out
Run up on a in his car, made him get out

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

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

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

Life on, that may sound wrong but hey
We all live by the rules of the we play
Day to day, is a possibility
The way I is a fist stops you from killin' me
It's too hot to be in the heat 'cuz 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 ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really ready to
The heat is on, have mother ready to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you

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