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, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come the style
I appear in on some heaven to earth shit
niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look 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 a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for these on the net, selling my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And that travel at the speed of need
Never agree the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to they
How you bringing it you sit Indian 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 bring shit
You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see visions 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
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, sell out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to cipher with you and the
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to female presence and conversation a touch
get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's 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 to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I write bringing niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said bring that shit when you up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit