Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring shit) what?
(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 to spit 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+ here and
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the
Voice is a instrument that's
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, selling my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And that travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like 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 bring that
You say you got ones, then that shit
Cause you a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see young men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he ain't his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
Like a dread with a girl
You me to cipher with you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and up
Taped up for trying to say what, you was about to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a for niggas to travel through
Before me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my stable
I write fatal niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said bring that shit you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot