Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's beef it and dump it
The drama really means to me
ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
kill you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't

thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good enough
I've seen gangstas get when they start bleeding
"Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
When window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little until you run out
And you can run for ya
But them machine gun shells gone ya back up
on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' reload them clips and right back
a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Luck
Look, nigga, don't you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama around, dawg, and that ain't good
If you was you'd be shook of me
I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass for me

If there's beef it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them out
I do what I gotta do, I don't I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking in court
kill you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride the sun burn out
If I die today I'm how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by
Locked up I was in a box by
I done made myself a millionaire by
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the
But ya fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a different type of war game
See the end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
Or out in the streets leaking out they brains

If there's beef cock it and it
The really means nothing to me
ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
kill you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, I ain't playing

After the fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you go testing me
All the wrong I've the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap Dr. Dre got the recipe