Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

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

Im cooking a which is my signature dish
time to feed all my niggas Columbian fish
Yellow tail, red snapper, chopper, gold yatch master
Got em brought to who movin all the raw
With pink diamond (?) I saw before
that chopper clap it drop like a trey beat
stray dog ass bitches give me rabies
when your pockets fat them stay in heat
them niggas clothes, we gonna stay and eat
them fire hazards when they got them choppers on em
Fuck stopper, better call em helicopters on em
of slidin 187
Represent your side thugs go to heaven
Never even though I got it good
I aint gotta goon, But it somebody gotta do it

I grew up watching drug lords
who knew i would afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with Diddy on
quarter in the Louis bitch pretty as Appolonia
I got a feelin Fuckin Feds watchin me
At this point only the goverment stop me
20 Mill in Four years its a
Bon in this bitch blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint got a goon but it somebody gotta do it