Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

When it come to bitches im still a backbreaker
let the get the pussy, let the track rape her
ties on the rims skinny but fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its to stack paper
of Miami my Chevy still candy
My chopper still fully i empty it
Never Hollywood even 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 dish
time to feed all my 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
that chopper clap it drop like a trey beat
stray dog ass bitches wanna give me
when pockets fat them bitches stay in heat
them niggas clothes, we gonna stay and eat
them boys fire hazards when they got choppers on em
Fuck crime stopper, better em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
Represent your side only go to heaven
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint gotta goon, But fuck it somebody do it

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