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 against me, you still die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be

I need a drop for when it's a hot, a for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick, fuck with niggas
Makes them 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 that pack money
I'm a y'all 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 amount of cream
Run up on all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey revolver

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

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'

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

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

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

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause 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 with five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don
Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our on the coat rack

Those plot 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 like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

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

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate 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, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'