Luyện nghe bài hát Fire (Remix)

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

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

That
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, 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 gonna it on fire
We gonna it on fire
We gonna light it on

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

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

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

We gonna it on fire

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

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

That
Problems in the club, reach for that
Look dog, it's on
when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them
Small one on my hip, when you hear the
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 gonna light it on
We gonna light it on

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