Luyện nghe bài hát We're On Fire

Number one
Hand, Movado, gangsta
Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin
Ayo

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

This is gutta, this is more crack
And I aint change, I the same bitch before rap
The only thing changed is my ass got more fat
But my titties been baby

You aint gotta ask who back, you soft bitch move
Had BK on my back, even couldnt do that
I cruise all in the S-Class down Classen
Pullin' up in traffic on and Patchin'

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

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

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

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

Bitch a shot and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon
Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin out the coupe
On Flatbush and

Yall rap bitches, I ruin em
My reps for the boostin bitches with bags full of aluminum
One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and
Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole crew and them

Cant Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate with them
know Fox run the block bitches
Its the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches,

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

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

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

You promote 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 back baby and Im still with the hand
Still in the hood, still on the block still
Still in the Benz baby, in the drop still
Im still in the chinchillas, still move wit killas, woah

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

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

Were on fire, we stoppin
'Cuz I really, really wanna whats happenin
Makin paper, money
I really, really wanna know whats happenin