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 ridah and ride, or a and hide
way you go against me, you still gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You wanna talk, it ain't money, then let it be brief

I need a for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these niggas fold
The I kick, fuck with niggas mentally
Makes them wanna me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

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

I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin'
And clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight

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

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

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

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

My virus is obvious, past on to most rap
Un cured, no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, out
Or in the booth, blacking out

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

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

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

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

Those that plot on me, nine times ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
you hate a nigga like 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, Benz
22 inch when I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we to the grave depart us
You fake imitate 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 never hit
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'