Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman

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

nobody fuckin' with me man, Heatman
Ski spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't that
And my chain Toucan Sam
colors 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 wearing them that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear why that's where my stash at
I put my down that's where you lack at
She need her and I'm a wax that
I rekindle the
She remember the
It's Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that
Mama gimme gut
Cause I'm the
You hear the

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that 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

Fresh on it's the Birdman junior
too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a
No shirt, tattoos, and war wounds (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet that's a
Been in water since a youngin' you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a fuse
Don't
Been handlin' the game so my thumbs bruised
Ya new is old news
Yeen' got enough green and she so yeah
Cash Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy 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 that fire I'm
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 really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car
Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My 360, you only 180
of the game too lazy
Still on me but I'm bout to wake 'em
Yep! I'm to take em to New Orleans and bake 'em
Yeah it's hot here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on let The Carter make ya
Toss ya a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and
in a race and me I'm at the finish line
Been running for too long time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya room is I
Weezy to wintertime

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that 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

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
worry
I, I, I
Don't
I, I, I
I'm a put you out