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 that 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; here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggas drown the the verse gets
as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people that travel at the of need
Never with 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 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 men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man yo' weight, he ain't carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to cipher with you and the
I just did a show, I'm these broads
Everyone I trying to fuck
to feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to 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 dome
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I fatal bringing niggas 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 said hot shit, hot shit, hot