Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

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

[Verse 1: Mac

I'm at the licker store gettin' blunts for the skunk.
Hit the in the chev I got thump in the trunk.
Feeling off the wood in the hood and I'm fizz 'em.
Kind of annoyed they always to take a boy back to prison.
They to see a playa, employ yourself.
hate to see a playa, enjoy yourself.
When I'm (side ?) a ride, then playa lets go.
I'm 29 with rimes and love at soul.
I'm a ho, it raw with the words I serve.
Every tape I baby learns the words.
Young Mac Dre, got to to get.
Hate a reasy who give easy like she at some zags.
I'm on the celli telli trying to get some from 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 bomb 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 with me.
Fire.
Puffin' the smoke in the air. it big like a playa playa.
Fire.
Cheech and Chong on a spree. Blowin' it big, smoke with me.

[Verse 2: Young
day in the life as G (Westside) we be trifling and we,
Are likely to see niggaz aint me.
Them out gangsta-ism tactics,
Spinnin' all my gun like a blacksmith.
Them bitches actor, see the chiropractor.
But I crack yeah neck, to the scene.
Blow 'em to smithereens like the I done seen.
In my smoking out ritual, regular ooh thing.
Walking the street with a gangsta limp and demon jeans.
Me and squalls, and smile (bling, bling).
I want to lean.
Why I don't chugalug 40.
Then jump in block homie for the block smok-ie.
With the O-G, Mac Dre, kill-a parlay, parlay.
Smoking the of that bomb bay every day.

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

[Verse 3: Mac

I need narcotics, goo-e and stanky.
When I aint got it, I'm and cranky.
What the dilly, really, what's down that filly?
We can old school with a zag, blow in the dilly?
Is you Never throw the dubbe away.
Lace no dank when you're blowin' Dre.
Trying to with this stress, so I blow big.
How can the bulletproof vest protect my
See them cutthoat fools, done the roles.
The got it twisted and we blame the news.
Got for fools,
I hang with fools,
That got to use,
And the roles.
Keep it real dog, but represent rite.
Be a real hog when you the mic.
big live long, and get yo pringles.
Young and Mac Dre making hit rap singles.

[Chorus to with Mac Dre talking]

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