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 coward and
way you go against me, you still gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief

I need a drop for it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick, fuck with mentally
Makes wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the

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

I stay catching a stunt, in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey revolver

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

Projects too hot, better hope we never 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 Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

I'm like a black asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no
Last seen at the automatic machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Impotent you niggas get me sick, be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, 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 hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we run up in your spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'