Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that
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 Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't near the style
I appear in on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the the verse gets
as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the temple of Chi, to look into the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a for these niggas on the net, selling my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people that travel at the speed of
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to girl
How you bringing it when you sit Indian
Niggas 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 guns for this)
(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 yo' weight, he ain't carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
Like a dread with a girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I trying to fuck
Want to feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
Feel my in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to through
Before me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I write fatal bringing niggas to
A wise man came in the of the night
He said bring that when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot