Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that
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)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggas the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
Raised in the of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with 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 Cadillacs and raps
And that travel at the speed of need
Never agree the ways of the world
say anything, like they say to they girl
How you bringing it when you sit style?
know 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, 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
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see visions young men dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man yo' weight, he ain't carrying 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 a white girl
You me to cipher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
Want to female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date 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 leaves you the day
I write is a passage for niggas to travel through
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
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I write bringing niggas to life
A wise man in the thick of the night
He said bring that when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit