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

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

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

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

Projects too hot, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, 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 Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a holder that 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 man's asthma, seeking a
Breathin' when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in

My virus is obvious, past on to most rap
Un cured, no vaccine
seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause then we gonna run up in 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, your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat

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

Porsche through the city like New York sewers
up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick I'm pimpin'

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

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

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