Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman (Remix)

I'm the
Fire, Fa,
I got fire 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

Ain't fuckin' with me man, Heatman
Ski spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't have
And my chain Toucan Sam
colors you can't match that
Gotta be
You catch my gal legs open better that
Don't be if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans 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 rekindle the
She remember the
It's Baby January December the same
Mama gimme brain
Mama gimme gut
I'm the fireman
You the firetruck

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

Fresh on it's the Birdman junior
Money too long 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
in that water since a youngin' you just shark food
Quick Draw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short
Don't
Been handlin' the game so long my bruised
Ya new is old news
Yeen' got enough green and she so yeah
Cash Money Records dreams come true
Everything is easy baby it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it let it brew
Now watch it melt burn ya self

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

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

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got fire 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

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