Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

Fire.. it's fire, put the out
Aiyyo, aiyyo,

I got the whole stoppin, O.G.'s diddy-boppin
my shit, critics sayin my shit
Tryin to get me for that ice that lay on my
It's like on your wife, cause I made her my bitch
Feel me? I play with any card you deal me
Every out the fam is guilty, I plead the fifth
Queens be the strength, the lock and chain
Thugs on the block I got the game
You mighta heard me with The Firm and my name, pardon me
N-A-T-U-R-E
The latest Barkley's, to smack niggaz nonchalantly
Queensbridge, same hood as Nas and Deep
Ghettofabulous, class of nine-eight my fellow
known savages, we elbow cabbages
Niggaz better duck or I'ma a round
I make it the O.K. Corral, blazin 'til I lay 'em down

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If you flames, you need this
If you resist, you help
degree burns, the heat felt
Blaze when I know that on, what you thought it was a false alarm?

Yo, yo,
I got more than Six Flags, more chicks than gym class
Overweight momma sippin Slim Fast, to meet Nate
The casualty rate, risin yeast
And they label me surprise of the streets, Cobra
I smoke Newports, I roll with cancer
Fuck what y'all thought, y'all know the answer, is
Tone and beats, make me write phenomenal
I give lifetime scars drama do, it's gangsta chronicles
to page one, hurricanes come, I call 'em twisters
It's deeper life Dunn, I'm four dimensions
More suspensions, SV-12; gettin pressed my cassettes shells
Mets need help
It's therapeutic, I lay it out
Y'all better use it
else you find better music
You try to find it in the of fame
My man's callin shit fire, I just call it

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
Queens to the heart the start it was Run and them
No love faggot MC's respect none of
stop mumblin, get popped you're fumblin
Regulatin raps to rocks the bubblin
Five percent days, in the Bridge off calente
Wise to drop out the 10th grade
Hold that thought, twist up nigga, roll short
Catch me with my chick let me go back door
Hall of famer, don't make me shoot your up
at close range, stand back the toast flame
Yo it's funny, the way a nigga act like
It's only money, that make a rap like that
Keep a roscoe, peep me on the Chris show
You beat me or you get your eye swoll, y'all know the rules
niggaz like y'all, chose to lose
I give meaning to the phrase smoke'n'brew, nigga

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