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 that
Cause you a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to 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 come near the style
I appear in on some heaven to earth shit
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 instrument that's
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, like 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 just say you and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that travel at the speed of
Never with the ways of the world
say anything, like they say to they girl
How you bringing it you sit Indian 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
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit
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 carrying his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
senators, life twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a girl
You me to cipher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing broads
Everyone I trying to fuck
Want to feel female and conversation a touch
You'll get split a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for trying to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I is a passage for niggas to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said bring that shit you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit