Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

bust a shot and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pon fiya
Yes Iya, fliya, hoppin out the Bentley coupe
On Flatbush and

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

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

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats
Were on fire, we stoppin
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

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

You want promote the gangsta life and
Now my approach you and know boy cant bust with
And now its all fine and 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, still on the block still
Still in the Benz baby, in the drop still
Im in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah

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

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

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