Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then bring that
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(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)

in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they come near the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas the deeper 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 that's
You fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell
I off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these on the net, selling my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of and battle raps
And people that at the speed of need
agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, they say to they girl
How you bringing it when you sit Indian
Niggas know me as Com it's time hear me go
hot shit, yeah,
Hot shit, yeah, one two,
Came to it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that
You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you need a lot ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot
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 pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Blair Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch
senators, life twirls, most sell out
Like a with a white girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
I ain't trying to fuck
Want to feel female and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a that's dutch scuffed and scraped up
Taped up for to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it you without the day
I write is a passage for niggas to travel through
Before me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I do white labels to keep my life stable
I fatal bringing niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the
He said bring that when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot