Luyện nghe bài hát Too Hot

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a ridah and ride, or a and hide
Either way you go against me, you still die
I got macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, let it be brief

I need a drop for when it's a hot, a for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake fold
The shit I kick, with niggas mentally
Makes wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like that pack money
I'm a tell y'all Papi told me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay catching a stunt, in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the amount of cream
Run up on them all with the problem solver
Beat up ass, on the handle, trey eight revolver

Projects too hot, niggas better we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder sits in row three
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a
Breathin' deeper I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole in silence

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, no vaccine
Last seen at the teller machine, maxing out
Or in the booth, blacking out

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' I'm rich kid
Either or you can't me with my feet in the door
Or away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell these somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb and white boys with five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, pimp your like I'm Magic Don Juan
Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the rack

that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but they find on me
When I rap don't wait to applaud sooner
Unless you hate a like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we sound alike
50 Cent Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, go

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'