Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got fire? Fire.
I don't that brown. Al Capone.
I don't that shit.
I don't that shit.
I need fire, who got
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 chev I got in the trunk.
Feeling good off the wood in the and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they trying to take a boy back to prison.
hate to see a playa, employ yourself.
They hate to see a playa, yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa go.
I'm 29 many rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the I serve.
Every tape I make baby the words.
Mac Dre, got to give to get.
Hate a reasy who easy like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go a zone to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb song.

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

[Verse 2: leech]
day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see aint likein' me.
pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all my gun like a blacksmith.
Them belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the I done seen.
In my smoking out ritual, regular 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 don't chugalug 40.
Then jump in block park homie for the smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of that bomb bay day.

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

[Verse 3: Mac

I narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I got it, I'm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, what's down filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when blowin' with Dre.
to cope with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof vest my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, changed 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 what's rite.
Be a real hog when you the mic.
big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.

[Chorus to with Mac Dre talking]

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