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

Verse 1: mowf
so hard to say goodbye, so i
Take with me the memory of good try
You fry like grease in the skillet
I'm the heat, feel it, you got kill 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' through with new shit
Who, shit, you? shit! who you to? (shit!)
I be through shit, bring 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 a cannon ball!
Nah! mo' like, with a chainsaw!
Nah! blah 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, the cross on the fader
When it's time to set it off, I show my ass, like (uh!)
(make it hot)
I rock like raider (what!), hit me on my
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 have trap, but keep it of paper
But now I got a full of papers, she jockin', i'ma take her
Taste her, no need to 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, markie, dis and catch the vapors
Peace party people, ha haa! catch you

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We it hot!
(make it hot)
[erykah on "on & on"]: "the-the-the-the world keeps 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 world burn-burning!"

3: danja mowf & lonnie b
I keep down your world
as rappers keep being wack, I unfurl
On the track, coz I'm like a thousand pound
Fat! doing me is like a pound curl
Impossible, coz I'm like a pound pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' nuts like a thousand 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 like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow (uh-huh!)
Who you? coz I'm brotha who can do you
Quicker than sistas do the butterfly when hear buju
Yeah, I used to
Now I'm that rapper tappin' asses, like water splashes when you

All y'all rappers out there buck at this (uh!)
Are just like men having sex
You know who you fuckin' with!

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

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