Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's cock it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When 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 this 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, homie I ain't

Keep thinking I'm 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like
In the hood summer time is the killing
It's hot out this bitch a good enough reason
I've gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause ass leaking
When they roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little until you run out
And you can run for ya
But them machine gun gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight 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, don't think you safe cause you out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't
If you was you'd 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 cock it and dump it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya out
no time to cock it, no way you can stop 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 this tape in court
kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't
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 twinkle in ya I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So they'll be no white and no peace talks
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 life out
See the that I've been in I'm by myself
up I was in a box by myself
I made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire 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
With a pistol I the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing Well, this ain't the same
Little this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out brains

If there's beef cock it and it
The really means nothing to me
ride 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 thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't
you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't

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