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 like 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 gettin' more blunts for the skunk.
Hit the in the chev I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling good off the in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always to take a boy back to prison.
They hate to see a playa, yourself.
They to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, playa lets go.
I'm 29 many rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, it raw with the words I serve.
Every I make baby learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
Hate a reasy who easy like she look 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 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, smoke 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 likely to see aint likein' me.
Them pimped out tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun a blacksmith.
bitches belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I yeah neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to like the things I done seen.
In my everyday out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the with a gangsta 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 homie for the block smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a 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 need narcotics, goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm 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 silly? Never throw the away.
no dank when you're blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope this stress, so I blow big.
How can the vest protect my wig?
See them fools, done changed the roles.
The public got it and we blame 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 real hog when you the mic.
big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre hit rap singles.

[Chorus to fade 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 if you didn't know and Mac Dre.
playa!
And broke you. Yeah.
My nigga off in the building.
Out fillin'.
That new shit.
Capone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.
They fuck with this.
They can't with this.
They can't fuck this. Uh.
I'm boy.
the lane I'm going to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.