Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's beef cock it and it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll ride by and ya brains out
no time to cock it, no way you can stop 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 playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you I'mma kill you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

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

If there's cock it and dump it
The drama really nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya out
no time to cock 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 tape in court
I'll you
I ain't playing, what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you slipping I'mma you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I wait to get to you
Behind twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you the streets talk
So be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm 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 myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some
I done 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 ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at battleship? Well, this ain't the same
Little homie this is a whole different type of war
See the end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out brains

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

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