Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I my own decisions
Learn from my own
My enemies they want beef but don't know what's at
I started out with nothing, just a dream and some
I fiend for the like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes my bean bag
I from spin the bottle to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we find out if she spits or swallows
I heard it's a recession, while you survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I'ma
Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don't know
No what language they speak they all know dinglish

Don't you with this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke somethin;
And don't you understand with the in my hand
If I the shit
Don't you understand with this in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke
And you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the

Now as the World turns spinning on its
My dick be brushing women's lips chapstick
They say it's cold on the
So a dentist I'm tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin' no housewives
From eating tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling crack
Eyes so low they I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I'm for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still till the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I that diamond back
Sunroof tar, grain wheel
I for millions, ya'll would never get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe dont you it
But big big big let me wet it, its that stay besides me
We can go get this dough, then we mind if you me dime
I promise you let go
I got an old school and bass big
If it aint on chrome it aint me
And my mouthpiece than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit
Breaking as they cracking limber
If that's bitch than she can't remember
I give her wood, she holla
And the I play the sum or attention
of a player with an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to
Back again, one more time for the niggas
And the thorough bread that won't f-ck 'em
And hanged on I stuck with 'em
I aint got to waste hoe
Didn't have now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thorough shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still live the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Chris