Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's beef cock it and it
The drama really nothing to me
ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I care I if get caught
The DA can play motherfucking tape in court
kill you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I playing

Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya skull get popped
And ya brain out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good reason
I've seen get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause ass leaking
they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya
But them gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with
Cause we gon' reload clips and come right back
a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and ain't good
If you was smart be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya crib
And let ya ass for me

If beef cock it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with thangs out
I do I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking in court
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I playing
you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I playing

My heart for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So they'll be no white and no peace talks
I got my against the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
If I die I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by
I done myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can some help
I heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a I define the definition of pain
If you ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the
Little homie is a whole different type of war game
See the end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets out they brains

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
When niggas run up on you them thangs out
I do what I do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking in court
kill you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I playing

the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I you don't go testing me
All the wrong done the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the