Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

more fire, through your clothes
i get more, higher, by the old
hustler's get flyer, for the low
hop up on top
oh oh
(oh oh oh)
you never what taste good
bread for the head, you know that good
i keep my face
well it look like missy on the verse
on the right
(right)
what im now is so ridiculous
(ridiculous)
and what im giving you in the is
classy missy Elliot, misdemeanor

how would you if i get deeper like

wetter than aquafina like

maybe foam its on then its on like
bam
comparison is water to patron

(t-pain)
the feeling that im giving you is not a
everybody say they doing it is not the best
its and plain i can get to you man
its not a game its just and pain

im ill
for
ill
for
ill
for
now it down

im ill
matter of fact i to take a pill
all these hits hospital bills
all these lips i you wanna kiss for reals
i should let you wear my ice so you can
i make a lil but i just made a mil
only hold me to the mike and i wont let it
yeah, see my
no, not my teeth, its the grill on the Cadillac i bought last
they say missy dont play missy dont play
makin all day like Frito lay
hey
i am hip hop mister
he me the mike i wont let go till i got blisters
misdemeanor but my flow have meaner
its a its a its a felony ch check out my
missy got the
i can autotune
t-pain zoom i be in the

(repeat t-pain)