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 and hide
way you go against me, you still gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You wanna talk, it ain't money, then let it be brief

I need a for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas
The shit I kick, fuck with mentally
Makes them mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the

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

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

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

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

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that in row three
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies me

I'm like a black asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper I'm creeping up
Y'all need to with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in

My virus is obvious, on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, out
Or in the studio booth, out

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

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell niggas somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and boys with five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, pimp your moms I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, in the bong
We that, leave our minks on the coat rack

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

Porsche maneuvers through the like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick I'm pimpin'

Impotent you get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas what I started, let's go

bit off Nas shit
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'