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 against me, you gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm like a black asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' families in silence

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

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

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

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

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and white boys with pointed stars
Tattoed on arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
Queens 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 Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, manure
is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 dick when I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we sound alike
50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, 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, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'