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 coward and
Either way you go against me, you 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 a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake fold
The shit I kick, with niggas mentally
Makes wanna mention me
And see me a quarter century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, a fact money
I run up on your workers the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell y'all Papi told me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the problem solver
Beat up ass, on the handle, trey eight revolver

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

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

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it no beef
You're staring, a ticket that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them slow me

I'm like a black asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm up
need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole in silence

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

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair shit
Comin' back I'm kid
Either or you stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga

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

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

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

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 don't to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche maneuvers through the city like New sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz
22 inch dick I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we to the grave 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 hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'