Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama means 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 with them out
I do what I do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can this motherfucking tape 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, homie I playing

thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch 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 squeeze ya little handgun you run out
And you can run for ya
But them machine gun shells gone ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with
Cause we gon' reload them and come right back
a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Lady
Look, nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that good
If you was smart you'd be of me
I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass for me

If there's beef cock it and it
The drama means nothing to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When run up on you with them thangs out
I do I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
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 I'mma you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't to get to you
that twinkle 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 against 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 that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by
I done made myself a millionaire by
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire help
I done heard the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a pistol I 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 this is a whole different of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and chains
Or laid out in the leaking out they brains

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya out
There's no 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 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

the fist fights 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 still keep on blessing me
to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe