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
Either way you go me, you still 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 these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick, fuck niggas mentally
Makes them mention me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' when I'm creeping up
need to fuck with 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 teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair shit
back I'm rich 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, better hope we never hit rock
then we gonna run up in your spot

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

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and white boys five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm 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 times ten the nine is on me
search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't to clap applaud sooner
Unless you a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche maneuvers through the like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
Rims is 22 inches, Benz
22 dick when I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the 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 never hit
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'