Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

When it to these bitches im still a backbreaker
let the get the pussy, let the track rape her
on the rims skinny but they fat paper
like im out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper still fully i it gladly
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but fuck it 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 a brick which is my signature dish
time to feed all my niggas this Columbian
Yellow tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold master
Got em brought to who movin all the raw
With pink (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it like a trey beat
stray dog ass bitches give me rabies
when pockets fat them bitches stay in heat
niggas trap clothes, we gonna stay and eat
them boys fire hazards when got them choppers on em
Fuck stopper, better call em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
Represent your side only thugs go to
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint goon, But fuck it somebody gotta do it

I up watching columbian drug lords
who ever knew i would 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 point only the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in years its a Mobilary
Bon in this bitch blow for everybody
Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never Hollywood even though I got it
I aint got a goon but it somebody gotta do it