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, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns 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; here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth
Fake niggas drown the deeper the gets
Deep as a girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the
Voice is a that's 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 and weaves, and niggas making moves
bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And people that at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the
Cats say anything, 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 bring that
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit
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 yo' weight, he ain't carrying his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
State senators, twirls, most 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 trying to
Want to feel presence and conversation a touch
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 nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
What I write is a 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 off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I fatal bringing niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said bring that when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit