Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's cock it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking in court
kill you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
you slipping I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I playing

Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya fucking get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like
In the summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good reason
I've seen get religious when they start bleeding
"Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
When window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya
But them gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon' reload them and come right back
a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya still around, dawg, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya, ya mama crib
And let ya ass for me

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
When niggas run up on you them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I care I if get caught
The DA can this motherfucking tape in court
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't
Catch you slipping I'mma you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't to get to you
that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by
up I was in a box by myself
I made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some
I heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no
With a pistol I define the of pain
If you survive ya still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain't the
homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the leaking out they brains

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama means nothing to me
ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can it
When niggas run up on you them thangs out
I do I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play motherfucking tape in court
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't
Catch you slipping kill you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go me
All the wrong I've done the still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap Dr. Dre got the recipe