Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Hot

(make it hot) x2

Uh! uh! ah!

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

Verse 1: danja
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!
Squash it, coz your was like, "oh my gosh!"
It's the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash it
Do shit, coz I'm comin' with some new shit
Who, shit, shit! who you talkin' to? (shit!)
I be runnin' through shit, bring whole crew, shit
I get as ? ? ? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)
Yeah baby hah!
Tryin' to see my style is like to see to panama!
Nah! mo' like, tryin' to a cannon ball!
Nah! mo' like, with a chainsaw!
Nah! blahzay shimmy ya (what!)
I can make no sense and I can be raw

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Verse 2: b
b and danja mowf are here to show y'all brothas straight up
(what!)
That on a scale one to ten, y'all need to get your weight up
Step and get ate up, with the cross on the
When it's time to set it off, I show my ass, jada (uh!)
(make it hot)
I rock raider (what!), hit me on my pager
If you hear the sounds of the 804 flava
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they us
Coz we be the friendz movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to have trap, but it full of paper
But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', take her
Taste her, no to rape her
Oh! have her kneeling like 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 biz, like markie, dis and catch the vapors
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 keeps 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 kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!"

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

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

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

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