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

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

I stay a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right 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 your
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

too hot, niggas better 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 Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let phillies slow me

I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a
deeper when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I niggas
Ensevilitus, whole families in silence

My virus is obvious, on to most rap fiends
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 shit
Comin' I'm rich kid
Either or you can't stop me with my feet in the
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part

too hot, niggas better 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 five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, pimp moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the rack

Those that on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche maneuvers through the city like New sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch when I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't alike
50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate 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
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'