Luyện nghe bài hát The Roof Is, On Fire

For the Menensky worldwide
(will you please along with the old negro spiritual?)

2x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We don't need but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter

It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the
Witha million still dealin and all for the children
Came out of Cleveland Steven,
and even my was creepin,
but now reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
Did ya feel em my niggaz the fist and,
the pistol gripped
Now whistle if you me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem
out for lay man
His trigger finger to lay them
His trigger finger to lay them
Don't run to your life

I ain't around and makin the noise,
but better believe I'll get up and and keep my poise
(O yellow boy you Hell, yeh!!!!)
on Brackland when I sold crack,
and I got a for the action
The and mashin,
Nigga milennium fashion blastin' trash
50 dollars cash
As fast as you can
in the back and anxiety attacks
Flash through the relax and,
react it be that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
but never forget
Sin yeh even within the begin again
With pretty little bitch in your click
Uh spittin' demonish
Hey baby you a friend
and act a little bit feminine take the off
Fuck the even the six it's hellish
I be the one to tell it lust for the
Who be fuckin
seven....seven....seven....seven....
seven....seven....seven....seven....

2x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We don't nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

Gather up gas for biological war
We know a whiff of the shit will you wither fo sho'
in the C.O.
We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand of tribes
With the word (SHUT UP!)
The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin
Oh no pin it computers ain't the Millenium
Your youth be the truth in the music
You better soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore
Little E, B.I.G., Tupac
Murdered in
I say more
Killa forget in Heaven'z Movie was it?
the Lord's covanent
I'm huggin it and duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck
Uh nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up
Eternally stressed my faces of death for the war
Yes on the set the shoots expired
The is on fire...
We don't nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a

Now what I want ch'all to do is I y'all
put muthafuckin lighters in the air
Keep their bitches up there, wit cho - lil' nigga...

6x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We don't need but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.