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 macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't money, then let it be brief

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket that sits in row three
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I woulda went pro too, I let them phillies slow me

I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a
Breathin' when I'm creeping up
Y'all 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 at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

It's Con Ed style, twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm kid
Either or you can't stop me my feet in the door
Or walk from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we 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 and white boys with five pointed stars
on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat

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

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

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
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, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'