Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

Number one
Black Hand, Movado,
Ayo, I do this with my stylin voice
Ayo

See it's the Louboutin leather Don Diva
Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don
Im in the Zac Posen, with the back open
Back tossing petals off of Black Roses

This is more gutta, this is crack
And I aint change, I been the same bitch rap
The only thing changed is my ass got more fat
But my titties been crazy

You aint gotta ask who back, you bitch move back
Had BK on my back, Shawn couldnt do that
I cruise all in the S-Class down Classen
Pullin' up in traffic on and Patchin'

I took six off, I let 'em have rap
And yall bitches with it, I came to snatch it back then
Put it back on the bench
And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna whats happenin
on fire, we aint stoppin
Since a want a nigga and a clubbin

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna whats happenin
paper, money stashin
Since I really, really wanna know happenin

So bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here
Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout
Bitch now the sting round here
Big star body, off every dirty gal roll near

Bitch a shot and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon
Yes Iya, dress fliya, out the Bentley coupe
On Flatbush and

Yall rap bitches, I will em
My reps for the bitches with them bags full of aluminum
One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and
Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole crew and them

Cant Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
Kev, Wedge, and BIG I ate food with them
Yall know Fox run the block
Its the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches,

on fire, we aint stoppin
'Cuz I really, really know whats happenin
Were on fire, we aint
Since a want a nigga and a clubbin

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats
paper, money stashin
Since I really, really wanna know whats

Were makin cheese, slowly with
With small fuck these from the Gz
The goons from the of kings
Her breasts me squeeze all night, she me pleased

You want promote the gangsta life and
Now my approach you and know boy cant bust with
And now its all and they all come sit
Were not goin nowhere, dont fuck with

Yes, Fox Im back and Im still with the hand still
Still in the hood, nigga on the block still
in the Benz baby, still in the drop still
Im still in the chinchillas, still wit them killas, woah

Besides that I got my back
The same like what the fuck you staring at
Homie, my case is beat, Im spitting heat
Who ya know rep it harder than me,

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats
on fire, we aint stoppin
Since a chick a nigga and a clubbin

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats
paper, money stashin
Since I really, really wanna know happenin