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, bring that shit
you need 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 don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface the purpose
To let y'all niggas the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I with 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 child gets
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
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 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 bring that
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 to spit 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 Everything and everything 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 project
senators, life twirls, most sell out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to cipher with you and the
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I ain't trying to
to feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get like a date that's 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 mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you the day
What I write is a for niggas to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you battle you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life
I write fatal 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 said hot shit, hot shit, hot