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 macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, let it be brief

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

Nastradamus predicted the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where 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 somethin'
And I'll clap any for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, eight revolver

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

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

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron and Kobe
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies me

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

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

It's Con Ed style, twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
back I'm rich kid
Either or you stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Impotent you get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound
50 Cent Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, 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 hope we never hit
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'