Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman (Remix)

I'm the
Fire, Fa,
I got fire I'm hollering
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

Ain't fuckin' with me man, Heatman
Ski spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even a G pass I'm pass that
I'm 'em out now and you can't have that
And my chain Toucan Sam
Tropical colors you can't match
Gotta be
You catch my gal legs open smash that
be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my at
I put my mack that's where you lack at
She need her and I'm a wax that
I rekindle the
She the name
It's Weezy January December the same
Mama gimme that
gimme that gut
Cause I'm the
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

Fresh on campus the Birdman junior
Money too teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a
No shirt, tattoos, and war wounds (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet that's a
Been in that water since a you just shark food
Quick McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a fuse
snooze
Been the game so long my thumbs bruised
Ya new girlfriend is old
Yeen' got enough green and she so yeah
Cash Money Records dreams come true
Everything is baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it
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

by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you 180
Half of the game too
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 Satan yeah
Come on mama let The make ya
ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and
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 fire I'm hollering
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

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