Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that
Cause you need a lot more and guns 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,
it down nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; here and +Now+
Niggas the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake drown the deeper the verse gets
as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You fuck 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 niggas making
That bob and weave, and niggas with on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And people that travel at the speed of
Never agree the ways of the world
Cats say anything, they say to they girl
How you bringing it when you sit 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, 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 spit some) hot
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see young men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he ain't his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
Like a dread a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing broads
Everyone I trying to fuck
Want to female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, you was about to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
What I is a passage for niggas to travel through
defeating me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life
I write fatal niggas to life
A wise man in the thick of the night
He said bring that when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit