Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman

I'm the
Fire, Fa,
I got fire I'm hollering
I got that come and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

Ain't nobody fuckin' me man, Heatman
Ski spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm 'em out now and you can't have that
And my chain Sam that
Tropical colors you can't that
be abstract
You catch my gal legs better smash that
be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt
My girls can't that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'm a wax
I the flame
She remember the
It's Weezy Baby December the same
Mama gimme that
Mama that gut
I'm the fireman
You hear the

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that fire I'm
I got that fire and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

on campus it's the Birdman junior
Money too teachers put away ya rulers
Raw not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some war (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet that's a
Been in that water a youngin' you just shark food
Quick McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is but I got a short fuse
Don't
Been handlin' the game so long my thumbs
Ya new is old news
got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Records where dreams come true
is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it let it brew
Now watch it melt don't ya self

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that fire I'm
I got fire come and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

Ridin' by myself well really not
So heavy in the trunk make the car
Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you 180
of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to 'em
Yep! I'm to take em to New Orleans and bake 'em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan
Come on let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a salad strawberry crape ya
ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game Jordan and Peyton
Y'all in a and me I'm at the finish line
running for too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight ya chimney in ya living room is I
allergic to wintertime

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that I'm hollering
I got that come and try me and
You can it up and I'm a put you out
You can it up and I'm a put you out

I, I, I, got 'em
I, I, I, got 'em
aye aye B
I got 'em
Aye D I got 'em
Aye I got 'em
Don't
I, I, I
worry
I, I, I
I'm a put you out