Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

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

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

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

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

I took six years off, I let 'em rap
And yall bitches played 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 know whats happenin
Were on fire, we aint
Since a chick want a nigga and a

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

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

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

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

forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate with them
Yall know Fox run the block
Its the Fox bitches, for the bitches, murdah

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

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

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

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

Besides that I got my hearing
The same attitude what the fuck you staring at
Homie, my case is beat, Im still heat
Who ya know rep it harder me, Brooklyn

Were on fire, we aint
I really, really wanna know whats happenin
Were on fire, we aint
a chick want a nigga and a clubbin

Were on fire, we aint
I really, really wanna know whats happenin
Makin paper, money
I really, really wanna know whats happenin