Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

[Mac Dre
am I?
I fire.
Who got that Fire.
I don't that brown. Al Capone.
I like that shit.
I like that shit.
I need fire, who got
pimp.
Yo nigga.
yo nigga.
Roll up.
Smokin'.
something up.
get to flowin'.
(Go herd).

[Verse 1: Mac

I'm at the licker gettin' more blunts for the skunk.
Hit the block in the I got thump in the trunk.
good off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always trying to a boy back to prison.
hate to see a playa, employ yourself.
They hate to see a playa, yourself.
When I'm (side ?) want a ride, then lets go.
I'm 29 with rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, Bust it raw with the I serve.
Every tape I baby learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
a reasy who give easy like she look at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some roll Nelly.
it very smelly, fitin to go chunk for the telli.
It's on, fitin to go blow a to the dome.
Tone Capone got the bong in this weed song.

Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, come smoke me.
Fire.
the smoke in the air. Blowin' it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. it big, come smoke with me.

[Verse 2: leech]
Every day in the as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz likein' me.
Them pimped out tactics,
Spinnin' all over my gun a blacksmith.
Them belligerent actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack neck, back to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens the things I done seen.
In my everyday out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking down the street with a gangsta and demon jeans.
Me and some squalls, and (bling, bling).
I want to lean.
Why I don't this 40.
Then jump in block homie for the block smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, Cali parlay, parlay.
Smoking the ounce of that bay every day.

Puffin' the smoke in the air. it big like a playa playa.

[Verse 3: Mac

I narcotics, that goo-e and stanky.
When I got it, I'm moody and cranky.
What the dilly, what's really, what's down filly?
We can old school with a zag, bags in the dilly?
Is you silly? Never throw the away.
Lace no dank when blowin' with Dre.
Trying to cope with this stress, so I big.
How can the bulletproof vest my wig?
See cutthoat fools, done changed the roles.
The public got it twisted and we the news.
Got for fools,
'Cause I hang fools,
got game to use,
And the roles.
it real dog, but represent what's rite.
Be a hog when you bless the mic.
Smoke big long, and get yo pringles.
Learch and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.

[Chorus to fade with Mac Dre

Killea.
gone bad.
Smoking big gads.
Uh.
it bouncing.
I 'em, can't hold 'em. 2000.
it bitch. Yeah.
Mac Dre boy.
[Young Wicked Learch if you didn't know and Mac Dre.
playa!
And that you. Yeah.
My nigga off in the building.
Out fillin'.
new millennium shit.
Tone pass the bong it's on my nigga. Yeah.
They can't fuck this.
They fuck with this.
They can't with this. Uh.
I'm boy.
the lane I'm going to the hole.
All in your hoe. Groupie.