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 like shit.
I like 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 off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always trying to take a boy to prison.
They hate to see a playa, yourself.
hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, playa lets go.
I'm 29 with many and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw the words I serve.
tape I make baby learns 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 telli to get some roll from Nelly.
Need it very smelly, to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go a zone to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this weed song.

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

[Verse 2: leech]
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz likein' me.
Them out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun a blacksmith.
Them belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack yeah neck, to the scene.
'em to smithereens like the things I done seen.
In my everyday smoking out ritual, ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a limp and demon jeans.
Me and some squalls, and (bling, bling).
I just to lean.
Why I don't chugalug 40.
Then jump in park homie for the block smok-ie.
the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the of that bomb bay every 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, what's really, down that filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when blowin' with Dre.
Trying to with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof protect my wig?
See cutthoat fools, done changed 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.
it real dog, but represent what's rite.
Be a real hog you bless the mic.
Smoke big long, and get yo pringles.
Young and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.

[Chorus to with Mac Dre talking]

Killea.
Rapper bad.
them big gads.
Uh.
it bouncing.
I told 'em, hold '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'.
That new shit.
Tone Capone pass the bong on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't with this.
can't fuck with this.
They can't with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
the lane I'm going to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.