Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

Who the you think you fuckin with im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire here come the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my burnin
You see my money burnin, money burnin money
You see the smoke

When it come to these bitches im a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the track her
ties on the rims but they fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its to stack paper
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper still fully i it gladly
Never Hollywood even I got it good
I aint got a goon, but fuck it gotta do it
Last week You may have heard that we got it
Now the boy missin you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x)

Im cooking a brick which is my signature
time to feed all my niggas Columbian fish
tail, red snapper, wood chopper, gold yatch master
Got em brought to Baltimore who all the raw
pink diamond (?) I never saw before
when that chopper clap it drop like a trey
stray dog ass bitches give me rabies
when your pockets fat them bitches in heat
them trap clothes, we gonna stay and eat
them boys fire hazards they got them choppers on em
crime stopper, better call em helicopters on em
Definition of 187
Represent side only thugs go to heaven
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint gotta goon, But fuck it gotta do it

I grew up watching drug lords
who ever i would afford cologne by Tom Ford
trips to Hawaii with Diddy on
quarter milli in the Louis bitch as Appolonia
I got a feelin Fuckin Feds watchin me
At point only the goverment could stop me
20 Mill in years its a Mobilary
Bon Jovi in this bitch for everybody
Ricky Ross, Flair, Black watch, Brick Fair
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I aint got a goon but Fuck it somebody do it