Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

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

I got the whole city stoppin, O.G.'s
my shit, critics sayin 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 with any card you deal me
nigga out the fam is guilty, I plead the fifth
Queens be the strength, the lock and chain
on the block know I got the game
You mighta heard me with The Firm and my name, pardon me
It's
The latest Barkley's, known to smack nonchalantly
Queensbridge, same hood as Nas and Mobb
Ghettofabulous, class of my fellow graduates
known savages, we elbow cabbages
Niggaz better duck or I'ma spray a
I make it like the O.K. Corral, blazin I lay 'em down

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

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

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

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