Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the
To let y'all know the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making
That bob and weave, and niggas with on the side sell 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 these niggas on the net, my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that travel at the of need
Never agree with the ways of the
say anything, like they say to they girl
How you bringing it when you sit 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 that shit
You say you got ones, then bring 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 Everything and is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he ain't his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, twirls, most sell out
a dread with a white girl
You me to cipher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm these broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel female presence and conversation a
You'll get split like a date that's scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a that's about to spray
Get a shot, for opening your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
What I write is a passage for to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing niggas to
A wise man in the thick of the night
He said bring that shit when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit