Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface the purpose
To let y'all niggas the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't fuck with the 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 niggas with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, selling my shit
Let's just say you and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And people that at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like say to they girl
How you bringing it when you sit Indian
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, then bring shit
You say you got ones, bring that 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!

Old men see visions men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
Like a dread with a white
You want me to cipher with you and the
I just did a show, I'm pursuing these
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to female presence 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 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 travel
Before me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing 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