Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

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

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

You aint gotta ask who back, you soft move back
Had BK on my back, even Shawn do that
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 played with it, I came to snatch it back then
Put it back on the bench
And made every gangsta nigga a dark-skinned bitch

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

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

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

Bitch bust a and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon
Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin out the Bentley
On and Empire

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

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

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

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

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

You want promote the gangsta 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 the hand still
in the hood, nigga still on the block still
Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop
Im still in the chinchillas, move wit them killas, woah

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

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

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