Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Hazard

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

When it come to these bitches im still a
let the get the pussy, let the track rape her
on the rims skinny but they fat paper
like im fresh out bitch, its time to stack
port of Miami my Chevy candy
My chopper 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 you heard how them Gotti's do it (2x)

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

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