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 with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he
And I even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't that
And my Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors you match that
be abstract
You catch my gal legs better smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt
My girls can't wear why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down where you lack at
She need her and I'm a wax that
I rekindle the
She remember the
It's Weezy January December the same
Mama gimme that
Mama that gut
Cause I'm the
You the firetruck

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

Fresh on it's the Birdman junior
Money too long teachers put ya rulers
Raw tune not a
No shirt, tattoos, and war wounds (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet a carpool
Been in that water since a 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 long my bruised
Ya new is old news
Yeen' got green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come
is easy 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 that I'm hollering
I got that 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

by myself well really not really
So in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or me Young Baby
My 360, you only 180
Half of the game too
Still 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 Carter ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry ya
They ball they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and
Y'all in a and me I'm at the finish line
Been for too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya in ya living room is I
allergic to wintertime

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got fire 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