Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, bring 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
to spit that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
bob and weave, and niggas with 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 for these niggas on the net, selling my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And that travel at the speed of need
Never agree the ways of the world
Cats say anything, they say to they girl
How you bringing it you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's time 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 that 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
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, life twirls, sell out
Like a dread with a white
You want me to cipher with you and the
I just did a show, I'm pursuing broads
Everyone I trying to fuck
Want to feel female presence and conversation a
You'll get split like a that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for trying to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
Feel my in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to through
Before me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing niggas to
A wise man came in the thick of the
He bring that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit