Luyện nghe bài hát Fire (Remix)

Let me just make this
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 in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe 'cause I'm in roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of chicks
Is get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, cats have been bums
That's change, you call that an income?

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

fire
Problems in the club, for that snub
Look dog, on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna it up
Come with them 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 gonna light it on
We gonna light it on
We gonna light it on
We gonna light it on

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

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

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

We gonna light it on

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

Junior like Lou Gossett, Joey, right back on
Overcharge New to cut the lights back on
Before Bloomberg to get me all
I send the goons that make the bad things in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we play that
She allowed to sway, why don't you say
stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
Make lungs stop, breathe easy

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

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

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

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