Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit)
(You say you got ones, then bring that
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,
it down nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth
niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
Voice is a that's monumental
You couldn't fuck the style if you was a nympho
in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I with dobbs and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the hunger that a bum or child gets
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, my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle
And people 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 me as Com it's 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, then bring that
Cause you need a lot more and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see visions young men dream
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
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
a dread with a white girl
You want me to cipher you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel female presence and a touch
get split like a date that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening your to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to through
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do white labels to my life stable
I write fatal bringing to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot