Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

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

[Verse 1: Mac

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

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

[Verse 2: Young
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 over my gun a blacksmith.
bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens the things I done seen.
In my everyday out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.
Me and squalls, and smile (bling, bling).
I want to lean.
Why I chugalug this 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 bay every day.

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

[Verse 3: Mac

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

[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre

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 if you didn't know and Mac Dre.
playa!
And that you. Yeah.
My Snipes off in the building.
Out fillin'.
new millennium shit.
Tone Capone pass the it's on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't with this.
can't fuck with this.
They fuck with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
the lane I'm going to the hole.
All in bootie hoe. Groupie.