Luyện nghe bài hát The Roof Is, On Fire

For the tribe worldwide
(will you sing along with the old negro spiritual?)

2x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We don't nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter

It a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain
million still killin dealin and all for the children
Came out of with Steven,
and my peoples was creepin,
but now reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
Did ya feel em give my the fist and,
keep the pistol
Now whistle if you me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem
out for lay man
His trigger finger itchin' to lay
His finger itchin' to lay them
Don't run to lose your

I fuckin around and makin the noise,
but better I'll get up and leave and keep my poise
(O yellow boy you Hell, yeh!!!!)
Thuggin on Brackland when I crack,
and I got a for the action
The and mashin,
Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over
50 thousand cash
As fast as you can
Stabbed in the back and attacks
Flash through the childhood and,
it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
Forgive but forget
Sin yeh even within the thin again
With that pretty little in your click
Uh demonish shit
Hey baby you a friend
and act a little bit take the fatigues off
Fuck the club even the six hellish
I be the one to it lust for the thugs
Who be with
seven....seven....seven....seven....
seven....seven....seven....seven....

2x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We don't need but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

up gas masks for biological war
We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo
in the C.O.
We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of
With the word (SHUT UP!)
The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they code
Oh no pin it computers ain't the Millenium
Your future youth be the in the music
You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved
E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Murdered in
I say more
Killa forget it's in Movie was it?
Lose the covanent
I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as
Uh what bust and up by creepin on a come up
Eternally my faces of death for the world war
Yes quiet on the set the expired
The is on fire...
We don't need nothin' but the and a lighter and a lighter
We need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

Now what I want ch'all to do is I y'all
put muthafuckin lighters in the air
Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - nigga...

6x
The roof, the roof, the is on fire.
We need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.