Luyện nghe bài hát Heat Of The Night

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

[Intro: P]
Ghost, Violence, that other kinda shit
This is right here nigga, haha, oh yeah
(You the world was safe)

1: Styles P]
Homicide goon with bags triple niggas
I don't give a fuck Police get dispatched
Wicked nigga, you can me laugh when the click-clack
at me, you can see me smile when the kickback
Before rap, ask my gun and my clip at
Got my hands on it then I ask the strip at
Niggas got coke, I ask where the bricks at
Next that lies, the next rapper I'll click at
Bullet holes in your Louis
Get wrapped the fuck up, a sushi roll
Soft niggas get wet the coochie hole
nigga put my gun on goofy though

[Chorus:
Got my on my side
And I'm gonna
Trust me if you crossed that line man it's
In the heat of the night man I'm gonna
It get (cold, cold)
(Cold, cold)

2: Styles P]
My gun burn niggas like the way y'all Cali weed
Or the way a fat burner calories
Fuck a treadmill my 9 mil's the
You can fuck and get your head spill (fuck around)
Or your dropped
You a goon, now I'ma G that can any corner like the bus stop
Fuck around and get [?]
Had a bitch on the like a dust mop
gettin' money in the [?] spot
Cut you in the face with the we used to cutthroat
Hunnid shot tommy gun about to the buck pop
Shotguns next, you hit with the

[Chorus:
Got my heat on my
And I'm ride
Trust me if you crossed that line man it's
In the heat of the night man I'm ride
It get (cold, cold)
(Cold, cold)

[Verse 3: P]
Flyin' without a cape, right, I on a safe flight
Underworld, turn a Lycan in the late night
through the city in a [?] no brake lights
Beamer on, Nina on, got Tina on
I stand the rain or the pain
sipping on drain for flippin' cocaine
But you smile when you smokin' and you off lanes
Sipping champagne and you trickin' on
When you go to Hell and you sittin' on
Type of shit I think sittin' on planes
class if I crash shit'll all change
All I do is get high 'cause is all strange

[Chorus:
Got my heat on my
And I'm gonna
Trust me if you crossed that line man it's
In the heat of the night man I'm ride
It get (cold, cold)
(Cold, cold)