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
Either way you go against me, you still die
I got macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those that plot on me, times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche maneuvers through the like New York sewers
up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 dick when I'm pimpin'

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

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

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