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'.
something 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 I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling good off the in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
of annoyed they always trying to take a boy back to prison.
They to see a playa, employ yourself.
hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with many rimes and at soul.
I'm a ho, it raw with the words I serve.
Every tape I make baby the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
a reasy who give 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 blow a to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this bomb 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 smoke in the air. it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke me.

[Verse 2: leech]
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz likein' me.
Them pimped out 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 in block park homie for the block 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. 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, really, what's down that filly?
We can old with a zag, blow bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? throw the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when you're with Dre.
Trying to cope with stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof vest my wig?
See them fools, done changed the roles.
The public got it twisted and we the news.
Got for fools,
'Cause I with fools,
got game to use,
And the roles.
Keep it dog, but represent 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 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.
it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Learch] Wicked Learch if you didn't and Mac Dre.
playa!
And broke you. Yeah.
My Snipes off in the building.
Out fillin'.
That new shit.
Tone Capone pass the it's on my nigga. Yeah.
can't fuck with this.
They can't fuck this.
They fuck with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
Clear the lane I'm to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.