Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

Fire.. fire, put the fire out
Aiyyo, aiyyo,

I got the whole city stoppin, O.G.'s
Playin my shit, critics my shit
Tryin to get me for that ice lay on my wrist
It's like flippin on wife, cause I made her my bitch
Feel me? I play any card you niggaz deal me
nigga out the fam is guilty, I plead the fifth
Queens niggaz be the strength, the lock and
Thugs on the know I got the game
You heard me with The Firm and forgot my name, pardon me
It's
The latest Barkley's, known to smack nonchalantly
Queensbridge, same as Nas and Mobb Deep
Ghettofabulous, class of nine-eight my graduates
Well known savages, we cabbages
Niggaz better or I'ma spray a round
I make it the O.K. Corral, blazin 'til I lay 'em down

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

Yo, yo,
I got twists than Six Flags, more chicks than gym class
Overweight momma sippin Slim Fast, glad to Nate
The casualty rate, like yeast
And they label me of the streets, Cobra Commander
I Newports, meanin I roll with cancer
Fuck what thought, y'all know the answer, is psychological
Tone and Poke beats, make me phenomenal
I give lifetime like drama do, it's gangsta chronicles
Turn to page one, hurricanes come, I 'em twisters
deeper than life Dunn, I'm four dimensions
More suspensions, gettin pressed my cassettes need shells
Mets need help
It's therapeutic, I lay it out
Y'all better use it
Nowhere else you find better
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 from the start it was Run and
No faggot MC's respect none of them
Niggaz stop mumblin, get popped fumblin
raps to rocks the block's bubblin
Five days, in the Bridge bobbin off calente
Wise enough to drop out the grade
Hold that thought, twist up nigga, roll short
me with my chick that let me go back door
Hall of famer, don't make me shoot game up
at close range, stand back the toast flame
Yo it's funny, the way a nigga act that
It's money, that make a nigga rap like that
Keep a roscoe, peep me on the Chris Rock
You either beat me or you get your eye swoll, y'all know the
Faggot like y'all, chose to lose
I give meaning to the smoke'n'brew, fire nigga

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