Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

[Common]Yeah, one two...
Yeah, where my nigga Jay
ya at? (Yeah! )
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then that shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two...
Bout to spit that, HOT
Huh... whoo! Yeah...
Turn it nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah... (oooh)

Messenger in the +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse
Deep as a skinny cunt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves
That bob and weave, and niggaz with on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for these niggaz on the net, my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And people that travel at the speed of
Never agree with the of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they
How you bringin it you sit indian style?
know me as Com it's time hear me go wild
HOT SHIT, yeah...
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two...
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, bring that shit
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?

(To get my man see we bout to some) HOT SHIT
No doubt... HOT SHIT!

[Common]Old men see visions young men dream
I the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man pullin yo' - he ain't carryin his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
State senators, life twirls, most out
- like a dread with a girl
You me to cypher with you and the Gods?
I did a show - I'm pursuin these broads
I ain't tryin to fuck
Wanna feel female and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for tryin to say what - ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to
Get a mouth shot, for openin mouth to say
my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggaz to travel
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I write fatal bringin to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit

(You say you got guns, then bring shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(Me and my man, see we to spit this) HOT SHIT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we Jay? (Throw it down nigga)
HOT SHIT, uh, yeah, uh, c'mon, (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT...
HOT SHIT...
HOT SHIT... yeah, boy (keep it goin)
HOT SHIT... out
HOT...