Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

When it to these bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the rape her
on the rims skinny but they fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its time to stack
port of my Chevy still candy
My chopper still i empty it gladly
Never even though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but fuck it somebody do it
week You may have heard that we got into it
Now the boy missin bitch you heard how them do it (2x)

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

I grew up watching drug lords
who ever i would afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii Diddy on concords
quarter milli in the bitch pretty as Appolonia
I got a funny feelin Feds watchin me
At point only the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in Four its a Mobilary
Bon in this bitch blow for everybody
Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never Hollywood even I got it good
I got a goon but Fuck it somebody gotta do it