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 nobody fuckin' with me man,
Ski spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm that
I'm passin' 'em out now and you can't that
And my chain Toucan Sam
Tropical you can't match that
be abstract
You catch my gal legs open better 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 my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you at
She her candlelit and I'm a wax that
I the flame
She remember the
It's Weezy January December the same
Mama that brain
Mama gimme gut
I'm the fireman
You the firetruck

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got fire 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

Fresh on campus it's the junior
Money too long teachers put ya rulers
Raw tune not a
No shirt, tattoos, and war wounds (sexy)
I'm hot but the car
She wet that's a
in that water since a youngin' you just shark food
Quick McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the is bright but I got a short fuse
Don't
Been handlin' the game so long my bruised
Ya new girlfriend is old
got enough green and she so blue 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 burn ya self

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

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

I'm the
Fire, fa,
I got fire 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
worry
I, I, I
Don't
I, I, I
I'm a put you out