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 and ride, or a coward and hide
way you go against me, you still gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be

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

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact
I run up on your workers 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 catching a stunt, frontin' in mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of
Run up on them all with the problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight

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'

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

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

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

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
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
Comin' I'm rich kid
or you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your nigga

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

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

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

Those plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
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
Rims is 22 inches, Benz
22 inch dick I'm pimpin'

you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the depart us
You fake niggas what I started, let's go

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

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