Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my 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 and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
to spit that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

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

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

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