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 need a lot more 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)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they come near the style
I appear in on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to into the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Givens
I how I got God but don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, selling my
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm
In a of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people that at the speed of need
Never agree the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to they
How you bringing it when you sit 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, then that shit
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot
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 Everything and is
How yo' man yo' weight, he ain't carrying his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a girl
You want me to cipher you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm these broads
Everyone I ain't to fuck
Want to feel female presence and a touch
You'll get split like a that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, ever you was to say
You rap like a nigga about to spray
Get a shot, for opening your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you 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 my home phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He said bring that shit when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit