Luyện nghe bài hát Heatwave

Whenever I'm him
Somethin
Starts to and I'm filled with desire
Could it be a devil in me or is this the way love's to be?
It's like a (heatwave!)
Burning in my (heatwave!)
I can't keep crying (heatwave!)
It's me apart

not the same now
We came 'round
And turned this shit into another playground
And they some like Huey
Bars a chewy
Long as life's a movie I'll be addicted to Louie,
To all the and traitors I need a podium
Benedicts, tell these Arnolds hey,
with decimals I'm tryn'a get my point across
Say love me then they flip sides like a coin toss
Which one heads or
The way I kill shit, I be alleged with jail
I'm on a ledge and about math, parabola
Legendary shit, wrote raps in my brother's
Bro, back when they to laugh at ya
your parents from africa
President, but you cannot my character
Yeah, so check the fahrenheit these
And stay hydrated, welcome to the heat

Whenever he calls my (Chiddy: Uh, yeah, it's like a heatwave)
Soft, low, sweet, and plain, I feel yeah yeah (Chiddy: There ain't a place we ain't to these days)
Well I feel that flame (Chiddy: Yeah, it's like a heatwave. How we do it make it look so easy)
Has high blood pressure got a on me or is this the way that it's supposed to be? (Chiddy: or is this the way that it's supposed to be)
like a heatwave (heatwave!)
Burning in my (heatwave!)
I can't keep crying (heatwave!)
It's tearing me

2: Mac Miller]
Ayo, this here a heat wave
Keep it on the
Still we droppin' bombs on these records, call it
Yeah I've heard what he say, thinkin' I shit though
Got these fools like they just stubbed their big toe
All I do is give,
In single zip code
The walls closing in right now, just a window
Homie, I'm the door the ceiling to the floor
When I spit my verse these ain't rapping anymore
And that's for sure, sorry to get
Iller than you, and everybody in your
Homie, I'm chilling with some punani
Hotter this wasabi
Pittsburgh boy, Crosby
veggies no casey, no broccoli
Tell your girl if she could please stop calling me, she
I to put her on lock
Tired of f-cking bitch, so I put her on top

I'm with him (Chiddy: Uh, yeah, it's like a heatwave)
Somethin inside (Chiddy: There ain't a place we ain't been to days)
Starts to and I'm filled with desire (Chiddy: Yeah, uh, it's like a heatwave. How we do it make it look so easy)
Could it be a devil in me or is this the way love's supposed to be (Chiddy: or is this the way that it's supposed to be. like a) It's like a (heatwave!)
Burning in my (heatwave!)
I can't from crying (heatwave!)
It's me apart