Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got fire? Fire.
I don't smoke brown. Al Capone.
I don't that 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' blunts for the skunk.
Hit the block in the chev I got in the trunk.
Feeling off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy to prison.
They to see a playa, employ yourself.
They 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 learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll Nelly.
it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go a zone to the dome.
Tone got the bong in this bomb weed song.

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

[Verse 2: leech]
day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz likein' me.
Them pimped out tactics,
Spinnin' all my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches actor, see the chiropractor.
But I yeah neck, back to the scene.
'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.
In my everyday out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the street a gangsta limp and demon jeans.
Me and some squalls, and (bling, bling).
I want to lean.
Why I chugalug this 40.
Then jump in block park for the block smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, Cali parlay, parlay.
the ounce of that bomb bay every day.

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

[Verse 3: Mac

I need narcotics, 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 with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never throw the away.
Lace no dank when blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope with stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof vest my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, done the roles.
The got it twisted and we blame the news.
Got for fools,
'Cause I with fools,
got game to use,
And the roles.
it real dog, but represent what's rite.
Be a hog when you bless the mic.
big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.

[Chorus to with Mac Dre talking]

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