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 it's gettin' worse
Whats might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse
But no time to think about the
The years in jail, fuck the death
All i know is that i mad cash in a flash
Before i gotta kill ass
Might as be in jail or dead
'cause if you gettin' paid then 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 made my bed and lay in it
But i ain't gonna in it
I start sprayin' shit
I should've stayed in school, but thats a issue
Fuck a g.e.d., like toilet tissue
All my friends are and hustlers
Runnin' with a bunch of crazy mothafuckas
fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, they the whole block
Though i could start flippin' on a mission, but i need much
More, no for bullshittin'
listen....
(godfather don)
The h-e-a-t makes me
I wanna bust somethin', figures, somethin'
The heat is on, got a niggas blood
I wanna touch somethin', niggas 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 snub
Stay those outside of new york
Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm 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 mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin' fifths
in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga p is sick, i a silencer connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it
My niggas is into and extortion
Knotty head for them niggas on the pumpin'
The is on nigga.....
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