Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch a shot and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pon fiya
Yes Iya, fliya, hoppin 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, and Shoe and them
Chaz, Prince and the whole fuckin crew and them

Cant forget Scruce and them, 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,

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

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

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

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

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

that I got my hearing back
The same attitude like what the you staring at
Homie, my case is beat, Im still spitting
Who ya rep it harder than me, Brooklyn

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

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