Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got that Fire.
I don't that brown. Al Capone.
I like 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 block in the chev I got in the trunk.
Feeling good off the wood in the and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of they always trying 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, then playa go.
I'm 29 with rimes and love 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.
Hate a who give easy like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some from Nelly.
it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, 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 on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke with me.
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.

[Verse 2: Young
day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint me.
pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all my gun like a blacksmith.
Them belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I yeah neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I 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 just to lean.
Why I don't this 40.
Then jump in block park for the block smok-ie.
the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of that bay every day.

Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a 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 with a zag, bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never the dubbe away.
Lace no dank you're blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope with this stress, so I big.
How can the vest protect my wig?
See them cutthoat fools, done the roles.
The got it twisted and we blame the news.
Got for fools,
'Cause I hang fools,
That got to use,
And the roles.
Keep it dog, but represent what's rite.
Be a hog when you bless the mic.
big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre hit rap singles.

[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre

Killea.
gone bad.
Smoking big gads.
Uh.
it bouncing.
I told 'em, hold '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 Snipes off in the building.
Out fillin'.
That new shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't with this.
can't fuck with this.
They fuck with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
Clear the lane I'm to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.