Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's cock it and dump it
The drama really 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 them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get
The DA can this motherfucking tape in court
I'll you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping kill you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

Keep thinking I'm candy ya fucking skull get popped
And ya jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the season
hot out this bitch that's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start
Saying "Lord, help me" cause they ass leaking
When they window roll down and A.K. come out
You can ya little handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm with that
Cause we reload them clips and come right back
a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
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 ain't
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 cock it and dump it
The drama really means to me
I'll ride by and blow ya out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
When run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't I if get caught
The DA can play motherfucking tape in court
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I playing
Catch you slipping I'mma you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart 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 peace
I got my back against the wind, I'm to ride 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by
Locked up I was in a box by
I done myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some
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 pistol I define the of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it
Oh, you a pro at battleship? Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they

If there's beef cock it and it
The really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get
The DA can play motherfucking tape in court
kill you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma 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 wanna get shot I suggest you don't go me
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on me
Fin'nin to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the