Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring shit) what?
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the gets
Deep as a skinny cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, to look into the eye
I identify dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, selling my
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And people that travel at the of need
Never with the ways of the world
say anything, like they say to they girl
How you bringing it when you sit Indian
Niggas me as Com it's time hear me go wild
hot shit, yeah,
Hot shit, yeah, one two,
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see visions young men dream
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he ain't his
Scary the biz is "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
State senators, life twirls, sell out
a dread with a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel presence and conversation a touch
You'll get like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, ever you was to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for to travel through
defeating me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal niggas to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He bring that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit