Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring that 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 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 come near the
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, selling my
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And that travel at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to girl
How you it when you sit Indian style?
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, then bring that
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
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see young men dream dreams
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 like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
a dread with a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
to feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and 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 heat in the night, it leaves you the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to through
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He said that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit