Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Messenger in the Metropolis; here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the
To let niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas moves
bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned 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 and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that travel at the of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like say to they girl
How you bringing it 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, then that shit
You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to 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 Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
Like a dread with a girl
You want me to cipher with you and the
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I ain't trying to
Want to feel female presence and conversation a
You'll get 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 mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
What I write is a passage for to travel through
defeating me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I fatal bringing niggas to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He bring that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit