Luyện nghe bài hát Can U Make It Hot

[verse
We comin to the scene with, no love
Players to and, mo' thugs
people we, stay plugged
Awwww yeahhh, us
(? ? ? ) fresh and love us
The typical niggaz that, run
But let the typical niggaz, run you
Runnin thang baby, that's through
And how money could, serve you
For the lucci that, burn you?
When the streets is cold, shit get hot
motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to
the street, like a rottweiler
Remember joe pe-sci, I'm a
Goin all out, what my tell us
The got ahead, make 'em all jealous
Fact(? ? ) you wait, and niggaz
pimpology
And I been the world on a oddysey
So obviously, I with the pledge
It don't bother me, it don't me
So obviously, and
I live with the pledge it don't me, c'mon

Chorus: {female

Can you make it hot this?
Can you make me scream ya-ya, you're, pa-pa
Can you make it hot like
Can you it hot like this?
Can you make it hot this?
Can you make me scream ya-ya, you're, pa-pa
Can you it hot like this? ..

two]
Check it out
One-two, one-two, who
no jackin us, that's true
Got 'spect taken away, you get
Four bad hoes, to get scooped
Catch 'em and 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em
Put fingers in the air and say, "ya-ya"
All my say, "ya-ya!"
to me baby like, "pa-pa"
Drop-top bentley, and coupe's
(? ? ? ) and lucci suits
Can I make it hot like (ahh)
Can I make it hot that? (ohh)
See put it in mo', so, it be cold
Somethin like superior when I'm the flow'll
Have you touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)
I got the type of funk to make yo' get low
have the po-po catchin up
But I can't us ridin bus
Give you make you scream
the stuff from the triple beam
Hit the scene baby and get the baby
And show 'em it mean just to bling baby
When we prop stop drop
Niggaz down like, what what what?

[verse three - mo
Uh oh the m-o, u-n, i-q-u-e
straight out of phil-ly
So you make it hot like me?
Wanna go toe to toe me?
Whether I'm the industry
Cause nobody do it better than me
Who got capacity to it down
Thinkin we in the knees?
Wanna it, say it to your majesty
Stop it dunn you're killin me
Picture me ballin, niggaz ready
Straight (? ? ) when I rock the 40
Got the audacity to battle with me
But them skills you you could never compete
Watch this low right here, fools honey
Had that body shakin from your head to
Chickenheads up, elmo's can't see
Started a fire, but bring the heat
Make it hot
From the to the rooftop
Papi stop til these haters drop
And we cop the drop-top to at the hot-spot
Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun
The rap (? ? ) soul'll put you my control

four]
Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be
some brothers that ain't really less fortunate
But I'm a brother be ultimate
I treat a like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
Hit the telly on the and fifth, cause if your paper
Will not bend we to stick it like we awesome
How many you sposed to get? i be the brother in the club
be shinin with the goldish fit
Cock-back you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
And I it when you sex me up
Don't me down baby, let me up
Recognize I'm a star, you hit the (? ? ), you in class
But you had to cut, there be rules to the
If you rushin then you to butt(? )
Ain't no for no actin up, good game get me too
Even if you mastered
I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the
And I bang the true thugs
Cheddar with my crew what? because a chi brother know
a plugged on the same dove
Let the world know I up, because I got on my top
And I with a new cut
Invent a style and they that like that
Seen (? ? ) (? ? ) wanna in my cadillac
Give it back

Chorus (repeat to w/ variations)