Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring shit
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; +Apocalypse+ here and
Niggas know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to 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, to look into the eye
I with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side weed
I feed off the hunger a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for niggas on the net, selling my shit
Let's just say you and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people travel at the speed 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 time hear 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
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(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 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, twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a girl
You want me to cipher with you and the
I just did a show, I'm pursuing broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel presence and conversation a touch
get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, ever you was to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to travel
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap my own zone like 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 fatal niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit