Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay
ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oh, you say you got guns, then bring shit) what?
(You say you got ones, bring that shit
Cause you a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(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 they don't come the style
I appear in clouds on some to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt, I surface with the
To let y'all niggas the demo
Voice is a instrument that's
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves, and making moves
That bob and weave, and niggas with jobs on the side sell
I feed off the that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I how I got God but don't 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 battle
And people that travel at the of need
Never with the ways of the world
Cats say anything, like they say to girl
How you it when you sit Indian style?
know 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 that shit
You say you got ones, then bring that
Cause you need a lot more ones and for this) what?
(To get my man see we to spit some) hot shit
No doubt, hot shit!

Old men see visions men dream dreams
I the planet, recognize, I'm the C.R.E.A.M.
Com Rules Everything and is
How yo' man pulling yo' weight, he carrying his
Scary the biz is like "The Witch Project"
in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a girl
You me to cipher with you and the Gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuing these
Everyone I ain't trying to
Want to feel female presence and a touch
You'll get split like a date dutch scuffed and scraped up
up for trying to say what, ever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's to spray
Get a mouth shot, for your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you the day
What I write is a passage for to travel through
Before defeating me, Joe, you battle you
I tap my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my roam
Shame I gotta do labels to keep my life stable
I fatal bringing niggas to life
A man came in the thick of the night
He said that shit when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said hot shit, hot shit, hot