Luyện nghe bài hát The Heat

Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into science
phenomenal violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me long as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously pedeialite I'ma give um,
They it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the heat [no turin back, im forever]

i recolect the era where and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, a mack with no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up sinuses or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i flow petroleum,
an i cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. [aint no yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im here

Coolin the hustlers eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant fake niggas an fake bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
them killas will come through the an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you gotta go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
worry you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to with 3 bags of dope in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.