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
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)

Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ and +Now+
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse
as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument monumental
You couldn't fuck with the if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, to look into the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child
Freaky, Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't got
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, my shit
just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the
Cats say anything, like they say to girl
How you bringing it when you sit Indian
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 bring that
You say you got ones, then bring shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to 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 and everything is
How yo' man yo' weight, he ain't carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most out
Like a dread with a girl
You want me to with you and the Gods?
I did a show, I'm pursuing these broads
Everyone I ain't trying to
Want to feel female presence and 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 nigga about to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
Feel my in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to through
Before defeating me, Joe, you battle you
I tap into my own like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my stable
I write fatal niggas to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He said bring that shit you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit