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 front porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a 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
Take with me the memory of good try
You fry like grease in the skillet
I'm the heat, it, you got beef? kill it!
it, coz your girl was like, "oh my gosh!"
It's just the mc make my spot get hot, time to it
Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with new shit
Who, shit, shit! who you talkin' to? (shit!)
I be runnin' through shit, bring your whole crew,
I get as ? ? ? bottom of your shooooe (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, shavin' 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 y'all straight up
(what!)
That on a scale from one to ten, y'all to get your weight up
Step and get ate up, with the on the fader
it's time 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 wanna the sounds of the 804 flava
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' they hate us
Coz we be the super movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to have trap, but keep it full of
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 like the center for the
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not a playa (what!)
Unless you talkin' 'bout a or a sega
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 on "on & on"]: "the-the-the-the world keeps 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!"

3: danja mowf & lonnie b
I keep burning down world
Long as rappers keep being wack, I
On the track, coz I'm like a pound girl
Fat! doing me is a thousand pound curl
Impossible, coz I'm like a thousand pound
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' nuts like a thousand 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 rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow (uh-huh!)
Who coz I'm that 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 out there that buck at this (uh!)
Are like blind men having sex
You don't who you fuckin' with!

(hoo! I don't believe you sayin' that shug!)
Go ahead, coz I'm tryin' to make hot
(how hot? ) hot to fry
(how hot? ) hotter than your front 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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