Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

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

[Verse 1: Mac

I'm at the licker store gettin' more for the skunk.
Hit the block in the I got thump in the trunk.
good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always to take a boy back to prison.
They to see a playa, employ yourself.
hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa go.
I'm 29 with many 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.
a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, fitin to go for the telli.
It's on, to go blow a zone to the dome.
Tone got the bong in this bomb weed song.

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

2: Young leech]
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are to see niggaz aint likein' me.
pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun a blacksmith.
Them belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I seen.
In my everyday smoking out ritual, ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a limp and demon jeans.
Me and squalls, and smile (bling, bling).
I just to lean.
Why I chugalug this 40.
Then in block park homie for the block smok-ie.
the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of that bay every day.

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

[Verse 3: Mac

I need narcotics, goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm and cranky.
the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?
We can old with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never the dubbe away.
Lace no when you're blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope with this stress, so I big.
How can the vest protect my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, done the roles.
The public got it twisted and we the news.
Got for fools,
'Cause I hang fools,
got game 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.

to fade with Mac Dre talking]

Killea.
Rapper bad.
them big gads.
Uh.
it bouncing.
I told 'em, hold 'em. 2000.
it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Learch] Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.
playa!
And that you. Yeah.
My nigga off in the building.
Out fillin'.
That new shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't fuck this.
They can't with this.
They can't with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
the lane I'm going to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.