Luyện nghe bài hát Fire (Remix)

Let me just make this
and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Ja,
offense do it like

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

Maybe it's the dipped deuces, the twin
With diamonds in them, that's clear they break
Maybe 'cause I'm in they roofless or the 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 some, y'all 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 but ain't doin' a thing
Whatever in the fall, I do in the spring
See, I told y'all I'm my thing
And I'm by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this ride?
Now, at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear, Brooklyn's

fire
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
Small one on my hip, when you hear the
You got to see
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on

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

Here the white and the Canary cross
Bracelets to match, clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Porsche
I'm but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to shots
gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we chicks

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

That
Problems in the club, reach for snub
Look dog, on fire
That's you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal them riders
Small one on my hip, when you 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 answer
The chancellor up for ten minutes
Man, tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the
You pop lip like you got
That's a congestion, you not sick
Now you wanna 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 to come get me all
I the goons that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we play that
She allowed to sway, why you say that?
stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
Make lungs stop, breathe easy

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

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