Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

Who the you think you fuckin with im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire alarm come the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my burnin
You see my money burnin, money burnin money
You see the smoke

it come to these bitches im still a backbreaker
let the vocals get the pussy, let the track her
on the rims skinny but they fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its to stack paper
port of my Chevy still candy
My still fully i empty it gladly
Never Hollywood though I got it good
I got a goon, but fuck it somebody gotta do it
Last week You may have that we got into it
Now the boy missin bitch you heard how them do it (2x)

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

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