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 like shit.
I don't like 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 store 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 trying to a boy back to prison.
They to see a playa, employ yourself.
They hate to see a playa, yourself.
When I'm (side ?) a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with many and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw the words I serve.
Every I make baby 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 trying to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go blow a to the dome.
Tone Capone got the in this bomb weed song.

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

2: Young leech]
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz likein' me.
pimped out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack yeah neck, to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the things I seen.
In my smoking 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 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 in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.

[Verse 3: Mac

I need narcotics, that and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm and cranky.
the dilly, what's really, what's down that filly?
We can old school a zag, blow bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? throw the dubbe away.
Lace no when you're 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 public got it and we blame the news.
Got for fools,
'Cause I with fools,
That got 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 with Mac Dre

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