Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

Keep thinking I'm candy 'till ya skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top Jack-in-the-box
In the summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch a good enough reason
I've seen gangstas get when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause ass leaking
When they roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya
But machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with
Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right
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 mama still around, dawg, and that ain't
If you was smart be shook of me
Cause I'd get of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let ya ass for me

If there's beef it and dump it
The drama really means to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
There's no time to it, no way you can stop it
When run up on you with them thangs out
I do I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
kill 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

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 know the streets
So be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back the wind, I'm down to ride 'till the sun burn out
If I die I'm happy how my life turned out
See the that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by
I done made myself a millionaire by
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some
I heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a pistol I define the definition of
If you survive ya bones'll fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different of war game
See the losers end up in and motherfucking chains
Or out in the streets leaking out they brains

If there's cock it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no to cock it, no way you can stop it
niggas run up on you with 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
you slipping I'mma 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 go testing me
All the wrong done the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap Dr. Dre got the recipe