Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means 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 ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't

Keep thinking I'm 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya jump 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 enough reason
I've gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" they ass leaking
When they window roll and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya
But machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' reload them clips and come back
It's a fact, homie, you go me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't 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, 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 by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
When niggas run up on you with thangs 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 what I'm saying, homie, I playing
Catch you slipping 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
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm how my life turned out
See the that I've 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 hire help
I done heard about the 50 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 it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking
Or laid out in the streets out they brains

If beef cock it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
I'll by and blow ya brains 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 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 I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, I ain't playing

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