Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

The heat is on, are y'all ready to fly?
The heat is on, are really ready to die?
The is on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The heat is on, you

The heat is on, my next move
Do I stick with the score or get the door
got the drop in the back of the U haul
Snipers on the roof, of getting away, too small
Tell 'em like this look, it's be a shoot out
Whoever make it ou,t meet back at the new house, luck
If I don't see you again,

Let's handle our business with these police
You and you, go out the front, you the back
You cover the first two and I'll the sack
Boomer didn't make it, neither did
Now it's three niggaz four hundred grand
We all feel the loss but the profit
The game is the same and gonna stop it
Most times you it, one time you won't
All a nigga could really do is have a vest under the coat,

The heat is on, are really ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The heat is on, you

The is on, are y'all really ready to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The heat is on, you

Me and my two mans, gave twenty grand
For a scam, they don't get the in the sand
And of gettin' caught, slim, next to none
But now we like three deep, need that gun
Bump into my man, I from up north
I remember he had principles and wasn't soft
Off disgust, just was slow and dizzy
Everybody got it, aight, let's get

Run up in the bank, bitch hit the
Yo money and get the keys off his neck
We on the clock, mintues until we finish
Feds are on the way but I'm tryin to see
In and out duffle bag the back
Extra sports coat to cover up the mack
they attack, I spit lead out, niggaz spread out
Run up on a civilian in his car, him get out

The heat is on, are y'all really to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all ready to die?
The is on, have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on
The is on, you know

The heat is on, are y'all really to fly?
The heat is on, are y'all really to die?
The heat is on, have your mother to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you

High chasin', racin' through the streets
Death's in the air, I can taste it through the
My partner's goin' fast, I don't think he's gonna
And if he don't, I'm a hit his wife his half
But the type of nigga I am, this ain't just rappin'
I made it, he didn't, but ain't shit
What can I do, but go on
from the condo, I go on a ribbon

Life on, that may sound wrong but hey
We all by the rules of the game we play
Day to day, is a possibility
The way I play is a fist stops you killin' me
It's too hot to be in the heat it's on
Too hot to be in the streets, so I'm
Go to being discreet, live long
'Til one day, either me or the heat is gone,

The heat is on, are y'all really to fly?
The is on, are y'all really ready to die?
The heat is on, have your mother to cry
The heat is on
The heat is on, you

The heat is on, are really ready to fly?
The is on, are y'all really ready to die?
The heat is on, have mother ready to cry
The is on high
The heat is on, you
The is on