Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to 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 feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a for these niggas on the net, selling my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And that travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, they say to they girl
How you it when you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's 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 and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see young men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules and everything is
How yo' man yo' weight, he ain't carrying his
Scary the biz is "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to cipher you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I ain't trying to
Want to female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, you was about to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
Feel my in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to travel
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like it's my 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 wise man came in the of the night
He said bring that shit when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot