Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

1]
I'm hot goddamn, brown Trans Am, I'm on
Loud as Cham', standing in the trap with these ass jems
Loud ass pipes, around loud ass rims
God, God, look at my garage, Maserati
I can't see floors, this is no
go retard
Thousand packs we that a banjo or a yard
My keep falling, wet, wet shawty
"Shoulder Lean" money, I'm still
Got them in platoon, pockets on balloon
Stack my money up and take a to the moon
AK in the freezer, but my is in the room
When I get with hoes, first we pop it then we zoom.
The hottest in the room, you know I lie
You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on

Call me Young Dro Because I'm smoking on
Ball if you want, please shawty try
Players only once, everybody going to die
So whatever want, you know shawty going to buy
Aye, but on fa, fa, fa, on fire
Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on
Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on
Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on
Call me Dro because I'm smoking on fire (X4)

2]
I am Young Dro, what you me?
Pocket full of celery, I how to be a player
I am Bellamy, nigga run up on me wrong know I get a felony
Dead fresh in the club, damn who the is he?
Fellas be trying see my cars look like my
Rovers in the crowd and I don't how to call them up
I'ma start a cars, race them up, paid them up
Paint the grey in March, Aqua Blue in April, dimes in the stable
I'ma blow them out
Tell the bitches if they don't I'ma throw them out
Drop top probable, make it rain on the
Grand Hustle king got a mafia, nigga what's
I'm a beast, soon as I hit mode
Pop your open the Lamborghini doors
Young Dro I'm the "Best Thang
On fire, on fire, on fire, on

3]
Riding down Edgecombe, I just Zaxby's
Chickens at the restaurant, in my Chevy trunk
Classic, super straight, Dro you cannot
Nigga you ain't hustle you sold it out the Super 8
Traveloid, super cake, do a hundred up
Super kush got them coughing like the swap meet
(Incomprehensible)
Dro you say you spent a on the jewelry
Who you to? Try who?
Nigga I suffocate and bust the K
Show them how to cultivate, and buy a house ocean state
Plus I say I'm real with the hustle I
First they start biting, I require y'all muzzle
Mouth is doubt me, eight mile high
Grand Hustle king y'all know what I'm bitch