Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman

I'm the
Fire, Fa,
I got that fire I'm
I got that fire and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man,
Ski Mask spending weeks cash, he fast
And I even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm 'em out now and you can't have that
And my Toucan Sam that
Tropical you can't match that
Gotta be
You catch my gal legs open smash that
Don't be if she ask where the cash at
I see she them jeans that show her butt crack
My can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you at
She need her candlelit and I'm a wax
I the flame
She the name
It's Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that
gimme that gut
Cause I'm the
You hear the

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that fire I'm
I got that fire and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

Fresh on campus it's the Birdman
Money too long teachers put ya rulers
Raw not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and war wounds (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet that's a
in that water since a youngin' you just shark food
Quick Draw I went to art school
Yeah the is bright but I got a short fuse
Don't
Been handlin' the game so my thumbs bruised
Ya new girlfriend is old
Yeen' got green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where come true
Everything is baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it let it brew
Now watch it don't burn ya self

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got fire I'm hollering
I got fire come and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

Ridin' by myself well not really
So in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or me Young Baby
My money 360, you 180
Half of the too lazy
sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake 'em
Yep! I'm bout to em to New Orleans and bake 'em
it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The make ya
Toss ya like a fruit strawberry crape ya
They ball they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like and Peyton
Y'all in a and me I'm at the finish line
Been running for too long it's to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living is I
allergic to wintertime

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that I'm hollering
I got that fire and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

I, I, I, got 'em
I, I, I, got 'em
aye aye B
I got 'em
Aye D I got 'em
Aye I got 'em
Don't
I, I, I
Don't
I, I, I
I'm a put you out