Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with im a fuckin
Ring the fire alarm here come the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my burnin
You see my money burnin, money burnin money
You see the bitch

When it come to these im still a backbreaker
let the get the pussy, let the track rape her
ties on the skinny but they fat paper
im fresh out bitch, its time to stack paper
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper still fully i it gladly
Hollywood even though I got it good
I aint got a goon, but it somebody gotta do it
Last week You may have that we got into it
Now the boy bitch you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x)

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

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