Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Messenger in the +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so don't come near the style
I in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all know the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't with the style if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making
That bob and weave, and with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people that travel at the speed of
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like say to they girl
How you bringing it you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's time hear me go
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 that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see visions young men dream
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he ain't his
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on bare bitch project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
a dread with a white girl
You me to cipher with you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I trying to fuck
to feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
Feel my in the night, it leaves you without the day
I write is a passage for niggas to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap into my own like it's my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I fatal bringing niggas to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said bring that when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit