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 coward and
Either way you go against me, you gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You wanna talk, it about money, then let it be brief

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

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

I stay catching a stunt, in somethin' mean
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, eight revolver

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

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

I'm a black man's asthma, seeking 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, ain't no
Last seen at the teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot

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

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

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

Porsche maneuvers 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 niggas get me sick, be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave us
You niggas imitate what 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 on the floor, give us the Ro'