Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
to spit that, hot shit!
Huh, whoo! Yeah,
Turn it nigga, hot shit!
Yeah, (oh)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the
I appear in clouds on some heaven to shit
Fake niggas drown the the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I with the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the
Voice is a instrument monumental
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and making moves
That bob and weave, and with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned gets
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for niggas on the net, selling my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And that travel at the speed of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to they
How you bringing it when you sit 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 that shit
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you a lot more 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 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
the biz is like "The Blair Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to cipher you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm these broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for trying to say what, ever you was to say
You rap a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you the day
What I is a passage for niggas to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you better you
I tap into my own zone like my home phone
Turn the off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringing to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He bring that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot