Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Heat

Fuck with me, you what it is

I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip year
I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I, I wish a motherfucker would trip year

I shoot arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip year
I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I, I wish a motherfucker would this year, come on

Dressed in all black and my gun the same
Murder my enemy, thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a stomach yo

You niggaz, take side with young money, Cash Money
get left in your ride, crash dummy
Oh, I'll be around when the times get
the wheels fall off and the tires stop running

The magazine empty and the nine busting
I my fist till my palms get bloody
Yeah, yeah, 'cuz I'm a man
I'm a find you in my AP on jam

I'm a rider, you take it out of me, man
I be wilding, you can wait by my for me, fam
I will fire and a hater rite where he stands
I'm a die with the blazer rite in these

I shoot arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip this
I shoot arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I, I wish a motherfucker would this year

I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater, heater bruise is on my hip this year
I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I, I a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's,
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my I am
So ready for whateva that me
Run up in your place you're sleepin', await the

Calicoes, AK's,
Got ya misplacin' arms and losin' your knees
I am takin' names, so who leave
Out this bitch your brains and your dew on your sleeve?

I got the hood the names of the crew on they T's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I bullshitin'
AR, hit ya truck, got ya hood
Feet by the engine, by the transmission

Yeah and I be where I am mista
Me and my pistol
Me and my
In this alone, so bring it on
And I'm a have to sing you song, nigga

I shoot arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater, heater burner is on my hip this year
I shoot arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I, I wish a motherfucker would trip this

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm,
The heater, heater bruise is on my hip this year
I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I, I wish a would trip this year, come on

I got the on the tool, I can see what you do
With a little red dot peek-a-boo
Ooh, shhh, the silence speak to you
Hit you from across the street while you ya shoe

Like bang, bang, say breathe, nigga,
I ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say bang, bang, say breathe, breath
I stand ova the with the boy in his chest, clear

Now the boy is a mess and the in fear 'cuz ya boy up and left
is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and death
In than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty

Three feet from my
Three inches from face
no mistake, Weezy, neva hesitate
I'll pop till your separate like eew

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm,
The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm,
I, I wish a would trip this year

I your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip this
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm,
I, I wish a motherfucker trip this year, come on

Up, down, front,
to side
You hit a nigga that
He die

Up, down, front,
to side
You hit a nigga that
He die

Up, down, front,
Side to
You hit a nigga that
He die

Up, down, front,
to side
You hit a like that
He die