Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got that Fire.
I don't that brown. Al Capone.
I like that shit.
I like that shit.
I fire, who got fire?
pimp.
Yo nigga.
yo nigga.
something up.
Smokin'.
Roll up.
get to flowin'.
(Go herd).

[Verse 1: Mac

I'm at the licker store gettin' blunts for the skunk.
Hit the block in the I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm 'em.
Kind of annoyed they trying to take a boy back to prison.
hate to see a playa, employ yourself.
They to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the I serve.
Every tape I make baby the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
Hate a reasy who give easy like she at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, to go chunk for the telli.
on, fitin to go blow a zone to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in bomb weed song.

Fire.
Puffin' the in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. it big, come smoke with me.

[Verse 2: Young
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are to see niggaz aint likein' me.
Them pimped out tactics,
Spinnin' all my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to like the things I done seen.
In my everyday out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and jeans.
Me and some squalls, and (bling, bling).
I want to lean.
Why I don't this 40.
Then jump in block park homie for the smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a parlay, parlay.
the ounce of that bomb bay every day.

Puffin' the in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.

[Verse 3: Mac

I narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, down that filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow in the dilly?
Is you Never throw the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when blowin' with Dre.
Trying to with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof protect my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, done the roles.
The got it twisted and we blame the news.
Got for fools,
I hang with fools,
That got to use,
And the roles.
Keep it real dog, but represent rite.
Be a hog when you bless the mic.
big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre hit rap singles.

[Chorus to with Mac Dre talking]

Killea.
gone bad.
Smoking big gads.
Uh.
it bouncing.
I 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.
it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't and Mac Dre.
playa!
And broke you. Yeah.
My nigga off in the building.
Out fillin'.
new millennium shit.
Tone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.
They fuck with this.
They fuck with this.
They can't with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
Clear the lane I'm to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.