Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't near the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake niggas the deeper the verse gets
as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
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 niggas with jobs on the side sell
I off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for niggas on the net, selling my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And people travel at the speed of need
Never agree the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to girl
How you it when you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's time hear me go
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 bring that
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(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 Everything and everything is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a white
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
Want to feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to travel
Before defeating me, Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my stable
I write bringing niggas to life
A wise man in the thick of the night
He said bring that shit you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot