Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got that 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'.
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 I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling good off the wood in the hood and I'm 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy to prison.
hate to see a playa, employ yourself.
They hate to see a playa, yourself.
I'm (side ?) want a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the I serve.
Every tape I make learns the words.
Mac Dre, got to give to get.
Hate a reasy who give like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some from Nelly.
Need it smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
on, fitin to go blow a zone 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. Blowin' it big, come smoke me.
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a 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,
all over my gun like a blacksmith.
Them belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the I done seen.
In my everyday out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a gangsta limp and jeans.
Me and squalls, and smile (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, kill-a parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of 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 that filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow bags in the
Is you silly? Never throw the away.
Lace no when you're blowin' with Dre.
Trying to with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof protect my wig?
See them 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 hog when you bless the mic.
Smoke big long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre hit rap singles.

[Chorus to fade Mac Dre talking]

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