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 Don Diva
Get my Kevin Chiles on me Don Diva
Im in the Zac Posen, strapless the back open
Back locing petals off of Black Roses

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

You aint ask who back, you soft bitch move back
Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldnt do
I cruise all slow in the S-Class down
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 nigga a dark-skinned bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that I got my hearing back
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 stoppin
'Cuz I really, really wanna whats happenin
Were on fire, we aint
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, really know whats happenin