Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

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

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

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means to me
I'll by and blow ya brains out
There's no 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, hear I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't to get to you
Behind that in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you know the streets
So they'll be no white flags and no talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my 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 help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the
But ya fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no good
With a pistol I the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this 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 they

If beef cock it and dump it
The drama means nothing to me
ride by and blow ya brains 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 do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
kill you
I ain't playing, what 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 ain't

the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best 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
to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe