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 than your front in july
(now that's hot!) hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(I make it hot) brothas even stand 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 kill it!
Squash it, coz girl was like, "oh my gosh!"
It's just the mc make my get hot, time to wash it
Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with new shit
Who, shit, shit! who you talkin' to? (shit!)
I be runnin' shit, bring your whole crew, shit
I get as ? ? ? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)
Yeah baby hah!
Tryin' to see my style is tryin' to see to panama!
Nah! mo' like, tryin' to stop a ball!
Nah! mo' like, shavin' a chainsaw!
Nah! blahzay blah 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 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 my ass, like jada (uh!)
(make it hot)
I rock raider (what!), hit me on my pager
If you wanna the sounds of the 804 flava
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they us
Coz we be the super movie makers (once in a while!)
I to have trap, but keep it full of paper
But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', take her
Taste her, no to rape her
Oh! I'll have her kneeling like the for the lakers
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not a playa (what!)
Unless you 'bout a playstation or a sega
And show biz, like markie, dis and catch the
Peace party people, ha haa! catch you

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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 world burn-burning!"

3: danja mowf & lonnie b
I keep burning down world
Long as rappers keep wack, I unfurl
On the track, coz I'm like a thousand pound
Fat! doing me is a thousand pound curl
Impossible, coz I'm a thousand pound pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' 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 gravel, now you layin' on your 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 toilet water when you

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

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

(make it hot) x2