Luyện nghe bài hát The Roof Is, On Fire

For the Menensky tribe
(will you please sing along with the old spiritual?)

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

It ain't a thug that's livin that is realer than the villain
Witha million killin dealin and all for the children
Came out of Cleveland Steven,
and my peoples was creepin,
but now reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
Did ya feel em give my the fist and,
the pistol gripped
Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for and mayhem
out for lay man
His trigger itchin' 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 boy you holdin??? Hell, yeh!!!!)
Thuggin on Brackland I sold crack,
and I got a for the action
The and mashin,
milennium fashion blastin' over trash
50 thousand dollars
As as you can smash
in the back and anxiety attacks
Flash through the relax and,
react it be like nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
Forgive but never
Sin yeh within the thin begin again
With that pretty little in your click
Uh demonish shit
Hey you need a friend
and act a little bit feminine the fatigues off
the club even the six it's hellish
I be the one to tell it for the thugs
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 masks for war
We know a whiff of the shit make you wither fo sho'
in the C.O.
We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of
With the word (SHUT UP!)
The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they code
Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the
Your future be the truth in the music
You better your soul triple stage darkness in the encore
Little E, B.I.G., Shakur
Murdered in
I say more
Killa forget in Heaven'z Movie was it?
Lose the Lord's
I'm huggin it and Imma duck and I'm all thuggish as fuck
Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a up
Eternally stressed my of death for the world war
Yes quiet on the set the expired
The is on fire...
We need 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 ch'all to do is I want y'all
put y'all lighters in the air
Keep bitches up there, fuck 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.