Luyện nghe bài hát Heat

If there's cock it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can 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 play this motherfucking in court
kill you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
Catch you I'mma kill you
I playing, hear what 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 summer is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a enough reason
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause ass leaking
When they roll down and that A.K. come out
You can ya little handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya
But them gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm with that
Cause we gon' them clips and come right back
a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya then Lady Luck
Look, nigga, think 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 tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama
And let ya ass for me

If there's beef it and dump it
The really means nothing to me
ride by and blow 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 what I do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
I'll you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
you slipping I'mma kill you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

My bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the in you
Nigga, you know the talk
So they'll be no white flags and no talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to 'till the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life out
See the shootouts that 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 help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the
But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot, it won't do him no
a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing Well, this ain't the same
Little homie is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking
Or out in the streets leaking out they brains

If there's beef cock it and it
The drama really means 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 with them out
I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in
I'll you
I ain't playing, hear I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing
you slipping I'mma kill you
I playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing

After the fist fights gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go me
All the I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin'nin to run rap Dr. Dre got the recipe