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
every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
Whats worse? might go out, die and end up in a hearse
But no to think about the consequences
The years in jail, the death sentence
All i know is that i mad cash in a flash
Before i kill somebody ass
Might as be in jail or dead
'cause if you ain't paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
Word)
Sittin' in my room with the lights out
I'm alive, but i livin', i'm leakin'
I my bed and i'm'a lay in it
But i ain't gonna in it
I start sprayin' shit
I should've in school, but thats a dead issue
Fuck a g.e.d., thats like tissue
All my friends are and hustlers
Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy
Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, want the whole block
Though i could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need
More, no for bullshittin'
listen....
(godfather don)
The makes me crazy
I wanna somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas rushin'
I wanna somethin', niggas bust somethin'

2: (prodigy)
Yo, all i know is guns, all i do is
I'd rather plug you with the than to have you front
My life revolves around the snub
Stay gettin' those outside of new
Bullets the cornerstore, i'm bringin' home a arsen
Interstate 95 to the jackie robinson
Watch out for D's in caprices in
mistaken for cops, mad nervous
Back at home a few burners
Keep a miz and a seven mil for my
with benevolence, holdin' twin fifths
380's in the whip, a for my chick
That nigga p is sick, i need a connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, it walkin'
My is into drugs and extortion
head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
The is on nigga.....
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