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

1: (poet)
Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin'
It seems like life's to put me through a test
'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin'
Whats worse? might go out, die and end up in a hearse
But no time to about the consequences
The years in jail, fuck the death
All i know is that i need mad cash in a
Before i gotta somebody ass
Might as be in jail or dead
if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats
Word)
Sittin' in my room with the out thinkin'
I'm alive, but i ain't livin', i'm
I made my bed and lay in it
But i ain't stay in it
I might sprayin' shit
I should've in school, but thats a dead issue
Fuck a g.e.d., thats like toilet
All my friends are hoodlums and
Runnin' with a bunch of crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their up, niggas gettin' knocked
And mothafuckas, they want the whole block
Though i start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need much
More, no time for
listen....
(godfather don)
The h-e-a-t me crazy
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 the heater than to have you front
My life revolves around the snub
Stay gettin' those outside of new
Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm bringin' home a
Interstate 95 north to the jackie
Watch out for D's in caprices in
Impala's mistaken for cops, mad
Back at home a few burners
Keep a miz and a mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin
in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick
That nigga p is sick, i need a connect, see me
Niggas be lyin', stories, tell it walkin'
My is into drugs and extortion
Knotty head for them on the nightshift pumpin'
The is on nigga.....
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