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 that
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
to spit that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the
To let niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck with the 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
That bob and weave, and with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, Marv 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 of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people travel at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, they say to they girl
How you bringing it 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 that shit
You say you got ones, then that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to 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 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 some bitch project
senators, life twirls, most sell out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing these
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel female presence and a touch
You'll get split like a date that's scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, ever you was to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I is a passage for niggas to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
Shame I gotta do white to keep my life stable
I write fatal niggas to life
A wise man in the thick of the night
He said bring that shit when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot