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 gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief

I need a drop for 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, fuck niggas mentally
Makes them wanna me
And see me doing a quarter in the penitentiary

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

I catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey revolver

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'

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

I'm like a black asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, out
Or in the studio booth, out

Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' I'm rich kid
Either or you can't stop me with my feet in the
Or walk away from the or the morgue, play your part nigga

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

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

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

Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the is on me
Feds search the God, but they find on me
When I rap don't to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche maneuvers through the city New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 dick when I'm pimpin'

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

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'