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 bring shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT
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 the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggaz drown the deeper the verse
Deep as a skinny girl's - I surface with the purpose
To let niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and makin moves
bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, sellin my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And people travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything - like they say to they
How you bringin it when you sit style?
Niggaz know me as Com time hear me go wild
HOT SHIT, yeah...
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two...
Came to it boy

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

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

[Common]Old men see visions men dream dreams
I the planet - recognize - I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything 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 bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
- like a dread a white girl
You want me to cypher you and the Gods?
I just did a - I'm pursuin these broads
Everyone I ain't tryin to
Wanna feel female and conversation a touch
You'll get like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for tryin to say what - ever you was to say
You rap like a that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for openin your to say
Feel my heat in the night - it leaves you the day
I write is a passage for niggaz to travel through
Before defeatin me - Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my stable
I write fatal bringin niggaz to
A wise man in the thick of the night
He BRING 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 that shit)
(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 known to spit this) HOT
Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uhh
What we spit (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...