Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit)
(You say you got ones, then that shit
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
to spit that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth
niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side weed
I feed off the hunger a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for niggas on the net, selling my shit
Let's just say you and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the
Cats say anything, like they say to they
How you it when you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's time 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 ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see young men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
a dread with a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing these
Everyone I trying to fuck
to feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for trying to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to through
defeating me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own like it's my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life
I write bringing niggas to life
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