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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a holder that sits in row three
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I woulda pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

I'm like a black man's asthma, a pump
Breathin' deeper I'm creeping up
need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole in silence

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

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on Blair Witch shit
back I'm rich kid
Either or you stop me with my feet in the door
Or away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga

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

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

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

Those that plot on me, times outta ten the nine is on me
search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche maneuvers through the like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound
50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You niggas imitate what I started, let's go

bit off Nas shit
it, you bit it
bit off Nas shit, niggas
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'