Luyện nghe bài hát Fire (Remix)

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

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

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

Tell the way I walk that I'm my thing
A lot a niggaz talk but doin' a thing
Whatever in the fall, I do in the spring
See, I told y'all I'm my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn
Don't you see the way they at this man's ride?
Now, look at here, I 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 you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them
one on my hip, when 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 it on fire
We gonna it on fire
We light it on fire

Here with the and the Canary cross
Bracelets to match, clear of floss
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 shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see
not even funny, not the way we freak chicks

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

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

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, plan that's the camma does
And son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip you got shit
a minor congestion, you not sick
Now you call names like Tupac did
boy here's a few glock clips

Still Junior like Lou Gossett, Joey, right on
Overcharge New York to cut the 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 don't that
She allowed to sway, why don't you say
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun
Make your lungs stop, breathe

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

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

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