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, 'bout a and two
(I it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you
(make it hot)

Verse 1: danja
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 beef? it!
Squash it, coz your was like, "oh my gosh!"
just the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash it
Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with some new
Who, shit, shit! who you talkin' to? (shit!)
I be runnin' shit, bring your whole crew, shit
I get funky as ? ? ? bottom of your (shit!)
Yeah baby hah!
to see my style is like tryin' to see to panama!
Nah! mo' like, tryin' to stop a ball!
Nah! mo' like, with a chainsaw!
Nah! blah 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, 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
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that hate us
Coz we be the friendz movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to trap, but keep it full of paper
But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', i'ma her
Taste her, no need to her
Oh! I'll her kneeling like the center for the lakers
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a (what!)
Unless you talkin' a playstation or a sega
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: mowf & lonnie b
I keep burning down your
Long as rappers keep wack, I unfurl
On the track, coz I'm a thousand pound girl
Fat! doing me is like a thousand pound
Impossible, coz I'm a thousand pound pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' nuts a thousand pound squirrel
I hurl, a thousand mcs in the (what!)
And mix 'em up and drink 'em moet, till I hurl!
Rappers understand, I live day to day for a battle
Get you rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow (uh-huh!)
Who coz I'm that brotha who can do you
Quicker than 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 rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)
Are just 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 just to make hot
(how hot? ) hot to fry
(how hot? ) hotter than front porch in july
(now that's hot!) hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(I make it hot) brothas won't even stand to you

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