Luyện nghe bài hát Fire (Remix)

Let me just make statement
Loud and clear, here
Hey, Ja,
Triangle offense do it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Maybe it's the dipped deuces, the Jesuses
With diamonds in them, that's clear they break
Maybe 'cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these
Is get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have bums
That's pocket change, you call an income?

the way I walk that I'm doin' my thing
A lot a talk but ain't doin' a thing
Whatever in the fall, I do in the spring
See, I told I'm doin' my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn
Don't you see the way they point at man's ride?
Now, look at here, I took it
I'ma make this statement loud and clear, Brooklyn's

That
Problems in the club, reach for that
dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna it up
deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the
You got to see
it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We light it on fire
We light it on fire
We gonna it on fire
We gonna it on fire

Here with the and the Canary cross
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of
hard top in a Carrera Porsche
I'm young but I'm damn near a
And of course your boy with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see
This not funny, not the way we freak chicks

My waiters make ladies see
I'm "So So Def" a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep up flavors
outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they like me
hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, on Bacardi lightly
Suede low cut Force One caramel

That
Problems in the club, reach for that
dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you burn it up
Come deal with riders
Small one on my hip, you hear the clip
You got to see
When it all the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We light it on fire

I got a ear for your amp it up with answer
The chancellor standin' up for ten
Man, it's tough plan, plan that's what the camma
And son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got
That's a congestion, you not sick
Now you wanna call names like did
boy here's a few glock clips

Still like Lou Gossett, Joey, right back on
New York to cut the lights back on
Before to come get me all
I send the goons that make the bad happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play
She to sway, why don't you say that?
Can't stop, won't stop, heard, one shot, gun shot
Make your stop, breathe easy

fire
Problems in the club, reach for that
Look dog, it's on
That's when you turn it up, you burn it up
Come deal with riders
one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see
When it all hits the wire, we gonna it on fire

We gonna light it on
We gonna it on fire
We light it on fire
We light it on fire

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