Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

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

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

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