Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggaz know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth
Fake niggaz the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt - I with the purpose
To let niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz moves
That bob and weave, and niggaz with jobs on the side 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 got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, sellin my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say - like they say to they girl
How you bringin it when you sit style?
Niggaz know me as Com it's hear me go wild
HOT SHIT, yeah...
HOT SHIT, yeah, one two...
Came to it boy

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

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

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

(You say you got guns, then that shit) uhhh
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) uhh
(Me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT
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...