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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were makin cheese, slowly with
With small fuck these easily the Gz
The goons from the land of
Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me

You want promote the gangsta and hustle
Now my girls approach you and boy cant bust with
And now its all fine and all come sit
Were not goin nowhere, dont fuck this

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

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

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

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