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 and ride, or a coward 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 money, then let it be brief

I a drop 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 shit I kick, fuck with mentally
Makes them mention me
And see me doing a quarter in the penitentiary

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

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

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

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

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

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

My virus is obvious, past on to 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 on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' I'm rich kid
Either or you stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your nigga

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

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

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

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

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

you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent Bravehearted, we ride 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 hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'