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 that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
it down nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth
Fake niggas the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
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 raps
And people that travel at the of need
Never agree with the ways of the
Cats say anything, like 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 shit
You say you got ones, then bring that
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!

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