Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

The is on, what's 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
Whoever make it ou,t back at the new house, good luck
If I don't see you again,

Let's our business with these government police
You and you, go out the front, you take the
You cover the first two and I'll the sack
Boomer didn't it, neither did Stan
Now it's three splitin' four hundred grand
We all feel the loss but enjoy the
The game is the and nothin' gonna stop it
times you make it, one time you won't
All a nigga really do is have a vest under the coat, c'mon

The heat is on, are y'all really ready to
The heat is on, are y'all ready 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 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 is on, you know

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

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 tryin to see
In and out duffle bag the back
large sports coat to cover up the mack
Feds attack, I spit lead out, niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, him get out

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

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 heat is on
The heat is on, you

High speed chasin', through 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 wife with his
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' from the condo, I go on a

Life on, that may sound wrong but hey
We all live by the rules of the game we
Day to day, is a possibility
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
one day, either me or the heat is gone, c'mon

The is on, are y'all really 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 is on, you know

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 is on, you know
The is on