Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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 motherfucking tape in court
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

Keep I'm candy 'till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya jump out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer is the killing season
It's hot out bitch that's a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" 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 machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight that
Cause we gon' reload them and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me ya
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier then Lady
Look, nigga, think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama around, dawg, and that ain't good
If you was smart be shook of me
I'd get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass for me

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll by and blow ya brains out
no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I care I if get caught
The DA can this motherfucking tape in court
kill you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I playing

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

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

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