Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's beef 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
niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
I'll you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the season
It's hot out this bitch that's a enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause ass leaking
When 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
on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' them 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, don't think you cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and ain't good
If you was you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass for me

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

My heart for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace
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 turned out
See the shootouts that been in I'm by myself
up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no
a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at battleship? Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different type of war
See the losers end up in and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they

If there's cock it and dump it
The drama really means to me
ride by and blow 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 I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this tape in court
I'll you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

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