Luyện nghe bài hát Poet - The Heat is On (Unreleased Version)

1: (poet)
Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin'
It seems life's tryin' to put me through a test
'cause every fuckin' day just gettin' worse
worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death
All i know is i need mad cash in a flash
Before i gotta kill ass
Might as well be in jail or
'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't ahead (thats
Word)
Sittin' in my room the lights out thinkin'
I'm alive, but i livin', i'm leakin'
I my bed and i'm'a lay in it
But i ain't stay in it
I might start shit
I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead
Fuck a g.e.d., like toilet tissue
All my friends are hoodlums and
Runnin' a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their money up, gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole
Though i could start flippin' on a mission, but i need much
More, no time for
listen....
(godfather don)
The h-e-a-t me crazy
I wanna somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The is on, got a niggas blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust

2: (prodigy)
Yo, all i is guns, all i do is slug
I'd rather you with the heater than to have you front
My life revolves around the fourth
Stay gettin' those of new york
Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm home a arsen
Interstate 95 north to the jackie
Watch out for D's in in tauruses
Impala's mistaken for cops, mad
Back at home a few burners
a miz and a seven mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, twin fifths
in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga p is sick, i a silencer connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', stories, tell it walkin'
My niggas is into and extortion
Knotty head for niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
The is on nigga.....
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