Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, my nigga Jay Dee?
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, bring that shit) what?
(You say you got ones, then that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to 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 don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the the verse gets
as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggas know the
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with and weaves, and niggas making moves
That bob and weave, and with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the net, my shit
Let's say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and raps
And people that travel at the of need
Never agree with the of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to they
How you it when you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's time 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 that
you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see young men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Everything and everything is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
Experiment in rooms on some bitch project
senators, life 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
Everyone I 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 trying to say what, you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for opening mouth to say
my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to travel
Before me, Joe, you better battle you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life
I write fatal niggas to life
A wise man came in the of the night
He bring that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He hot shit, hot shit, hot shit