Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then 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
to spit that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

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

Old men see visions young men dream
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
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, life twirls, sell out
Like a dread a white girl
You want me to cipher you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm these broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel female and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
Feel my in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to travel
defeating me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write bringing niggas to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He said bring that shit you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot