Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

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

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

This is more gutta, is more crack
And I change, I been the same bitch before rap
The only thing 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, Shawn couldnt do that
I cruise all slow in the down Classen
up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin'

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

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

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

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

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

rap bitches, I will 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 Graff the fuckin crew and them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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