Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

more fire, burn 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 knew what good
bread for the head, you know that good
i my face clean
it look like missy on the verse good
on the right
(right)
what im now is so ridiculous
(ridiculous)
and what im giving you in the is
classy Elliot, missy misdemeanor

how would you feel if i get like

wetter than believers like

maybe foam when its on its on like
bam
comparison is to patron like

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

im ill
for
ill
for
ill
for
now break it

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

(repeat t-pain)