Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

Number one
Hand, Movado, gangsta
Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin
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 open
Back locing tossing petals off of Roses

This is more gutta, this is crack
And I change, I been the same bitch before rap
The only 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, even 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 snatch it then
Put it back on the bench
And every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch

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

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

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

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

Cant forget 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 bloodclaut bitches,

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

Were on fire, we aint
'Cuz I really, really wanna know happenin
Makin paper, stashin
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 me squeeze all night, she make me pleased

You promote the gangsta life 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 fuck this

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

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

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

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