Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

more fire, burn through your
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 my face clean
well it look like missy on the verse
on the right
(right)
im doin now is so ridiculous
(ridiculous)
and im giving you in the rendition is
classy Elliot, missy misdemeanor

how would you feel if i get like

wetter than believers like

maybe when its on then its on like
bam
is water to patron like

(t-pain)
the feeling that im you is not a test
everybody that say they doing it is not the
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 break it

im ill
matter of i need to take a pill
all hits paying hospital bills
all these lips i know you 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 and i wont let it spill
yeah, see my
no, not my teeth, its the grill on the Cadillac i bought week
they say missy dont play missy dont play
makin cheese all day Frito lay
hey
i am hip hop mister
he me the mike i wont let go till i got blisters
misdemeanor but my flow gotten meaner
its a its a its a felony ch check out my
got the recipe
i can like
zoom i be in the latest

(repeat t-pain)