Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get
And ya brain out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer is the killing season
It's hot out this that's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus me" cause they ass leaking
they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun 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 with that
Cause we gon' reload them and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya
I get the drop, if you can duck ya then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that good
If you was smart be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama
And let ya ass for me

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

My bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you know the streets
So they'll be no white flags and no talks
I got my back the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life out
See the shootouts I've been in I'm by myself
up I was in a box by myself
I done myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the
But ya shooter to get shot, it won't do him no good
a pistol 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, ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different type of war
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they

If there's beef cock it and it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
When niggas run up on you with them out
I do what I do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this tape 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, I ain't playing

After the fist it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don't get shot I suggest you don't go testing me
All the wrong I've done the still keep on blessing me
to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe