Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got that Fire.
I don't smoke brown. Al Capone.
I like that shit.
I like that shit.
I need fire, who got
pimp.
Yo nigga.
yo nigga.
Roll up.
Smokin'.
Roll up.
get to flowin'.
(Go herd).

[Verse 1: Mac

I'm at the licker store gettin' more for the skunk.
Hit the in the chev I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling off the wood 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 to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then lets go.
I'm 29 with many and love at soul.
I'm a ho, it raw with the words I serve.
tape I make baby learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
Hate a reasy who give easy like she look at 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 weed song.

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

[Verse 2: leech]
day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint me.
Them out gangsta-ism 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 the things I done seen.
In my everyday smoking out ritual, ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a gangsta 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 bomb bay every day.

Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big a playa playa.

[Verse 3: Mac

I narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I got it, I'm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, what's down that
We can old school with a zag, blow in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never throw the away.
Lace no dank when you're with Dre.
Trying to cope 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 with fools,
That got to use,
And the roles.
Keep it real dog, but what's rite.
Be a real hog you bless the mic.
Smoke big long, and get yo pringles.
Young Learch and Mac Dre hit rap singles.

to fade with Mac Dre talking]

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