Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with im a fuckin
Ring the fire alarm here come the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my money
You see my money burnin, money burnin burnin
You see the smoke

it come to these bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the rape her
ties on the rims skinny but fat paper
like im out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my Chevy still
My chopper still fully i empty it
Never even though I got it good
I got a goon, but fuck it somebody gotta do it
Last week You may have that we got into it
Now the boy missin bitch you how them Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a brick is my signature dish
time to all my niggas this Columbian fish
Yellow tail, red snapper, wood chopper, yatch master
Got em to Baltimore who movin all the raw
With pink diamond (?) I never saw
when that chopper clap it drop like a trey
stray dog ass bitches wanna give me
when your fat them bitches stay in heat
them niggas trap clothes, we gonna and eat
boys fire hazards when they got them choppers on em
Fuck crime stopper, call em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
your side only thugs go to heaven
Never even though I got it good
I aint gotta goon, But fuck it somebody do it

I grew up watching columbian lords
who ever knew i would afford by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with Diddy on
quarter milli in the Louis bitch as Appolonia
I got a funny feelin Fuckin watchin me
At this only the goverment could stop me
20 in Four years its a Mobilary
Bon Jovi in this blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint got a but Fuck it somebody gotta do it