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 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 gettin' more blunts for the skunk.
Hit the in the chev I got thump in the trunk.
good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of they always trying to take a boy back 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 rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, it raw with the words 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 telli to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go blow a to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this weed song.

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

[Verse 2: leech]
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint me.
Them pimped out 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 like the things I done seen.
In my smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.
down the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.
Me and some squalls, and (bling, bling).
I just to lean.
Why I don't this 40.
Then jump in block park homie for the smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the 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.
I aint got it, I'm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, what's down filly?
We can old school a zag, blow bags 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 vest my wig?
See cutthoat fools, done changed 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.
Keep it real dog, but what's rite.
Be a real hog when you the mic.
Smoke big 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, 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 nigga off in the building.
Out fillin'.
new millennium shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong on my nigga. Yeah.
They fuck with this.
They can't with this.
They fuck with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
Clear the I'm going to the hole.
All in bootie hoe. Groupie.