Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

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

See it's the leather pump Don Diva
Get my Kevin Chiles on me Don Diva
Im in the Zac Posen, strapless with the open
Back locing tossing petals off of Black

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 titties been baby

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

I six years off, I let 'em have rap
And yall bitches played with it, I came to 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, wanna know 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
Makin paper, money
Since I really, really wanna whats happenin

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

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

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

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

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

Were cheese, slowly with 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 gangsta and hustle
Now my girls approach you and know boy cant bust
And now its all and they all come sit
Were not goin nowhere, dont with this

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

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

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

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