Luyện nghe bài hát Fireman (Remix)

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

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me man,
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he
And I even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't have
And my chain Sam that
Tropical you can't match that
be abstract
You catch my gal legs better smash that
Don't be if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's my stash at
I put my mack down where you lack at
She her candlelit and I'm a wax that
I rekindle the
She the name
It's Weezy Baby January December the
Mama gimme brain
Mama that gut
I'm the fireman
You the firetruck

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got that I'm hollering
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 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 youngin' you just shark
Quick Draw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a fuse
Don't
Been handlin' the game so long my bruised
Ya new is old news
Yeen' got enough and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where come true
Everything is easy baby it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it
Now watch it melt don't burn ya

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

Ridin' by well really not really
So heavy in the make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Baby
My 360, you only 180
Half of the game too
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to 'em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and 'em
it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on let The Carter make ya
ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I'm by nature
Addicted to the game like and Peyton
in a race and me I'm at the finish line
Been running for too long 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 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

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