Luyện nghe bài hát The Roof Is, On Fire

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

2x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter

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

I ain't fuckin around and the noise,
but better believe I'll get up and leave and my poise
(O yellow boy you Hell, yeh!!!!)
Thuggin on Brackland when I crack,
and I got a for the action
The and mashin,
Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over
50 dollars cash
As fast as you can
in the back and anxiety attacks
Flash through the relax and,
react it be like that nigga you that prescribin me prozac
Forgive but forget
Sin yeh even the thin begin again
With that pretty little bitch in your
Uh spittin' 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 with
seven....seven....seven....seven....
seven....seven....seven....seven....

2x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

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

Now I want ch'all to do is I want y'all
put muthafuckin 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 nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.