Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

Who the fuck you think you fuckin im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire alarm here come the money
my money burnin, my money burnin, my money
You see my money burnin, money burnin burnin
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 skinny but they fat paper
like im out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper fully i empty it gladly
Hollywood even though 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 bitch you heard how them 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, chopper, gold yatch master
Got em brought to Baltimore who all the raw
With pink (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it drop 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 when they got them choppers on em
crime stopper, better call em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
your side only thugs go to heaven
Never even though I got it good
I aint gotta goon, But fuck it gotta do it

I grew up watching drug lords
who ever knew i would cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with Diddy on
quarter milli in the Louis bitch as Appolonia
I got a funny Fuckin Feds watchin me
At point only the goverment could stop me
20 in Four years its a Mobilary
Bon Jovi in bitch blow for everybody
Ricky Ross, Rick Flair, Black watch, Brick
Never Hollywood even I got it good
I aint got a but Fuck it somebody gotta do it