Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

Number one
Hand, Movado, gangsta
Ayo, I gotta do this with my voice
Ayo

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

This is more gutta, this is more
And I aint change, I been the bitch before rap
The thing that changed is my ass got more fat
But my been crazy baby

You aint gotta ask who back, you soft bitch back
Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldnt do
I cruise all slow in the down Classen
up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin'

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

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

Were on fire, we stoppin
'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 body round here
Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll

bust a shot and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon
Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin out the coupe
On and Empire

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

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

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

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

makin cheese, slowly with ease
With fuck these easily from the Gz
The goons from the land of
Her breasts me all night, she make me pleased

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

Yes, Fox Im baby and Im still with the hand still
Still in the hood, nigga still on the block
in the Benz baby, still in the drop still
Im still in the chinchillas, move 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 than me, Brooklyn

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

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