Luyện nghe bài hát Too Hot

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still die
I got macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, let it be brief

I a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas
The shit I kick, with niggas mentally
them wanna mention me
And see me a quarter century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like that pack money
I'm a y'all what Papi told me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, eight revolver

Projects too hot, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that in row three
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them slow me

I'm like a black man's asthma, a pump
Breathin' deeper I'm creeping up
Y'all need to with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' families in silence

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, no vaccine
Last seen at the teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

It's Con Ed style, twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm kid
Either or you can't stop me my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play part nigga

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell these somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and boys with five pointed stars
on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the
We smoke that, leave our on the coat rack

Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the is on me
search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche through the city like New York sewers
up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz
22 inch dick when I'm

Impotent you get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate I started, let's go

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas better we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'