Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hot

(make it hot) x2

Uh! uh! ah!

I it hot! (how hot? ) hot enough to fry
(how ) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, a hundred and two
(I make it hot) won't even stand next to you
(make it hot)

1: danja mowf
It's so to say goodbye, so i
Take me the memory of your good try
You could fry like grease in the
I'm the heat, feel it, you got beef? it!
it, coz your girl was like, "oh my gosh!"
It's just the mc make my spot get hot, to wash it
Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with new shit
Who, shit, you? shit! who you to? (shit!)
I be runnin' through shit, your whole crew, shit
I get as ? ? ? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)
Yeah yeah hah!
Tryin' to see my is like tryin' to see to panama!
Nah! mo' like, to stop a cannon ball!
Nah! mo' like, shavin' a chainsaw!
Nah! blahzay shimmy ya (what!)
I can make no sense and I can be raw

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Verse 2: b
Lonnie b and danja are here to show y'all brothas straight up
(what!)
That on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get weight up
Step and get ate up, with the on the fader
When time to set it off, I show my ass, like jada (uh!)
(make it hot)
I rock like (what!), hit me on my pager
If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804
on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they hate us
Coz we be the super movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to trap, but keep it full of paper
But now I got a pocket of papers, she jockin', i'ma take her
her, no need to rape her
Oh! I'll have her kneeling like the center for the
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a (what!)
Unless you talkin' a playstation or a sega
And show biz, like markie, dis and catch the
Peace people, ha haa! catch you later

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We it hot!
(make it hot)
[erykah badu on "on & on"]: "the-the-the-the world burning!"
We it hot!
(make it hot)
"the---the---(uh!)the-the world burning!" (uh-huh!)
We it hot!
(make it hot)
"the-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world burning!" (uh!)
We it hot!
"the-the world burn-burning!"

Verse 3: danja & lonnie b
I burning down your world
Long as rappers being wack, I unfurl
On the track, coz I'm like a pound girl
Fat! doing me is like a thousand pound
Impossible, coz I'm a thousand pound pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' like a thousand pound squirrel
I hurl, a mcs in the b'rrel (what!)
And mix 'em up and drink 'em moet, till I hurl!
Rappers understand, I live day to day for a battle
Get you knock rock gravel, now you layin' on your shadow (uh-huh!)
Who you? coz I'm that who can do you
Quicker sistas do the butterfly when they hear buju
Yeah, I used to
Now I'm that rapper asses, like toilet water splashes when you

All y'all rappers out that buck at this (uh!)
Are like blind men having sex
You don't who you fuckin' with!

(hoo! I don't even you sayin' that shug!)
Go ahead, coz I'm tryin' to make hot
(how hot? ) hot to fry
(how hot? ) hotter than your porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a and two
(I make it hot) brothas won't stand next to you

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