Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hot

(make it hot) x2

Uh! uh! ah!

I make it hot! (how ) hot enough to fry
(how hot? ) hotter than your front in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, a hundred and two
(I make it hot) brothas even stand next to you
(make it hot)

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

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Verse 2: b
Lonnie b and danja mowf are here to show brothas straight up
(what!)
on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get your weight up
Step and get ate up, with the on the fader
When it's 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 hear the sounds of the 804 flava
Brothas on our jocks, but be claimin' that they hate us
Coz we be the friendz movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to have trap, but keep it full of
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 the center for the lakers
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a (what!)
Unless you talkin' 'bout a playstation or a
And show biz, like markie, dis and catch the
party 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 keeps burning!" (uh!)
We it hot!
"the-the kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!"

Verse 3: danja mowf & b
I keep burning your world
Long as rappers being wack, I unfurl
On the track, coz I'm like a thousand girl
Fat! doing me is like a pound curl
Impossible, coz I'm like a thousand pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just nuts like a thousand pound squirrel
I hurl, a thousand mcs in the (what!)
And mix 'em up and drink 'em moet, till I hurl!
Rappers don't understand, I day to day for a battle
Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin' on shadow (uh-huh!)
Who you? coz I'm that who can do you
than sistas do the butterfly when they hear buju
Yeah, I to goo-goo
Now I'm that rapper tappin' asses, like water splashes when you

All y'all rappers out there buck at this (uh!)
Are like blind men having sex
You don't know who you 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 front porch in july
(now hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(I make it hot) brothas even stand next to you

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