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Mm-mm, mmm, mmm, mm-mm (accordin' to a spokesman) 00:01
Mm, we pull up and we send hot shit 00:03
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy 00:05
Uh, uh 00:09
I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches 00:10
With my niggas, fuck the opps, we dump the district 00:13
I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures 00:15
Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you 00:18
I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up 00:20
Ain't no way we can chill, this elo will kill and get your head clucked 00:24
This blicky with me, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up 00:27
We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough 00:29
Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass 00:32
I started with a couple racks, I lost them all and got 'em back 00:35
They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds 00:38
When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask 00:40
I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag 00:43
I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached 00:46
That bitch go, "Brrt" and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match? 00:49
Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did, they ain't get back 00:51
We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just decidin' who to whack 00:54
Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC 00:57
So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act 00:59
We pull up on him, he take off, but he ain't faster than this MAC 01:02
Pour a double cup with Kooly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't fuckin' with me 01:05
Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city 01:08
Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin' 01:11
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him 01:14
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it 01:17
We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit 01:19
All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks 01:22
Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick 01:25
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick 01:27
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick 01:30
My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch 01:33
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit 01:35
Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit 01:38
Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit 01:41
Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages 01:44
Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit 01:47
Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with? 01:50
You would think the block, a barbershop the way we linin' shit 01:53
Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit 01:55
My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick 01:58
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Heating Up – English Lyrics

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Polo G, YungLiV
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Lyrics & Translation

Discover the raw energy of Chicago and Philadelphia street rap with 'Heating Up' by Polo G and YungLiV. This track offers a powerful look into the artists' worlds through its vivid and direct storytelling. For language learners, the song provides an opportunity to engage with authentic slang and the rhythmic flow of modern hip-hop, making it a special piece for understanding the nuances of American street culture and language.

[English]
Mm-mm, mmm, mmm, mm-mm (accordin' to a spokesman)
Mm, we pull up and we send hot shit
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh, uh
I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
With my niggas, fuck the opps, we dump the district
I ain't signin' on no deal unless they talkin' 'bout some figures
Put that bag on top your head and have your partner come and kill you
I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up
Ain't no way we can chill, this elo will kill and get your head clucked
This blicky with me, if it get too fishy, we gon' send it up
We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard enough
Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
I started with a couple racks, I lost them all and got 'em back
They gripped my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds
When I got caught up for them things, ain't say a thing, go 'round and ask
I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag
I don't like totin' normal blicks, all of these Glocks got somethin' attached
That bitch go, "Brrt" and that's another nigga packed, who wan' match?
Them niggas sweet for that lil one shit that we did, they ain't get back
We got the drop on all of y'all, I'm just decidin' who to whack
Lil' bro'll pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these niggas mad I'm in my act
We pull up on him, he take off, but he ain't faster than this MAC
Pour a double cup with Kooly, bitch, I'm litty, opps ain't fuckin' with me
Hundred clip the Drac', the police said we fuckin' up the city
Since my lil' homie died, go ask the opps, every day, it been a killin'
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep on lampin', bitch, that's how you let that pressure hit
All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks
Ever since my lil' bro brothers died, he always kept a stick
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
My lil' snipers, they don't give a fuck, man, they'll whack a bitch
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
Splatter shit, foenem pop out cuts and let that hammer spit
Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer shit
Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
Think twice 'fore you run up, all my gunners get to clappin' shit
Sundown 'til the sunup, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
You would think the block, a barbershop the way we linin' shit
Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kind of shit
My lil' nigga, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick
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Vocabulary Meanings

stackin

/ˈstækɪn/

B1
  • verb
  • - to arrange in a neat pile
  • verb
  • - to accumulate

trench

/trentʃ/

B2
  • noun
  • - a long, narrow ditch
  • noun
  • - a difficult or dangerous situation

figures

/ˈfɪɡjərz/

B1
  • noun
  • - numbers
  • noun
  • - important people

burnt

/bɜːnt/

A2
  • adjective
  • - damaged or destroyed by fire

kill

/kɪl/

A2
  • verb
  • - to cause the death of

fishy

/ˈfɪʃi/

B1
  • adjective
  • - suspicious

gripped

/ɡrɪpt/

B1
  • verb
  • - to take firm hold of

trippin

/ˈtrɪpɪn/

B1
  • verb
  • - to behave irrationally

totin

/ˈtoʊtɪn/

B2
  • verb
  • - carrying

attached

/əˈtætʃt/

B1
  • adjective
  • - fixed to

packed

/pækt/

B1
  • adjective
  • - full of people
  • adjective
  • - carrying a weapon

whack

/wæk/

B2
  • verb
  • - to kill

slidin

/ˈslaɪdɪn/

B1
  • verb
  • - moving smoothly
  • verb
  • - to go somewhere quickly and quietly

hustlin

/ˈhʌslɪn/

B1
  • verb
  • - working hard to earn money

robbin

/ˈrɒbɪn/

B1
  • verb
  • - stealing

lick

/lɪk/

B1
  • noun
  • - a profitable opportunity

savage

/ˈsævɪdʒ/

B2
  • adjective
  • - fierce, violent

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