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
every fuckin' day it's just 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 sentence
All i know is that i need mad in a flash
Before i gotta somebody ass
Might as well be in or dead
'cause if you ain't gettin' paid 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 might start sprayin'
I should've stayed in school, but a dead issue
Fuck a g.e.d., like toilet tissue
All my friends are and hustlers
Runnin' a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas
Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas knocked
And jealous mothafuckas, want the whole block
Though i start flippin' gettin' 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, touch
The heat is on, got a blood rushin'
I wanna touch somethin', niggas somethin'

2: (prodigy)
Yo, all i is guns, all i do is slug
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 from the cornerstore, i'm bringin' a arsen
Interstate 95 north to the jackie
Watch out for D's in in tauruses
Impala's for cops, mad nervous
Back at home a few burners
a miz and a seven mil for my personal
Walk with benevolence, holdin' fifths
380's in the whip, a for my chick
That p is sick, i need a silencer connect, see me
be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin'
My niggas is into drugs and
head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin'
The is on nigga.....
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