Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman (Remix)

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

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 Sam that
Tropical colors you can't that
be abstract
You catch my gal open better smash that
Don't be if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that her butt crack
My girls can't wear why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'm a wax
I rekindle the
She the name
It's Weezy Baby December the same
gimme that brain
Mama that gut
I'm the fireman
You the firetruck

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

on campus it's the Birdman junior
Money too long put away ya rulers
Raw not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and war wounds (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet that's a
Been in that water since a 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 enough green and she so yeah
Cash Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy
Put it in the pot let it let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya

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

by myself well really not really
So heavy in the make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Baby
My money 360, you 180
Half of the too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to 'em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and 'em
Yeah it's hot down take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter ya
Toss ya like a salad 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 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 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
worry
I, I, I
I'm a put you out