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

1: (poet)
Thats my word, i'm stressed
It seems like life's tryin' to put me a test
'cause every fuckin' day it's just worse
Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a
But no time to about the consequences
The in jail, fuck the death sentence
All i is that i need mad cash in a flash
Before i gotta somebody ass
Might as be in jail or dead
'cause if you ain't gettin' paid you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
Word)
Sittin' in my room with the 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 gonna 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
with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin'
And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole
Though i could start gettin' 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 heat is on, got a blood rushin'
I wanna somethin', niggas bust somethin'

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