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 gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You wanna talk, it ain't money, then let it be brief

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

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

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

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

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

I'm like a man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick
Ensevilitus, leavin' families in silence

My virus is obvious, past on to most rap
Un cured, ain't no
Last at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

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

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

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

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and white boys with five pointed
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

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

maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Park, horse manure
is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch when I'm pimpin'

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 what I started, let's 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
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'