Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

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

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

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