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

1: (poet)
Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin'
It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a
every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse
Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a
But no time to think about the
The years in jail, fuck the sentence
All i know is that i need mad cash in a
Before i gotta kill 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 out thinkin'
I'm alive, but i livin', i'm leakin'
I made my bed and lay in it
But i ain't stay in it
I start sprayin' shit
I should've in school, but thats a dead issue
a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissue
All my friends are and hustlers
with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' money up, niggas gettin' knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, want the whole block
Though i could start flippin' on a mission, but i need much
More, no time for
listen....
(godfather don)
The makes me crazy
I wanna somethin', figures, touch somethin'
The heat is on, got a blood rushin'
I touch somethin', niggas bust somethin'

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