Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

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

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

Now as the turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing women's like chapstick
They say it's on the outside
So like a I'm tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with
From saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the 'Lac
To white neighbors swear I'm crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm
Cause that purples on my like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac still rolling till the tires flat
Not Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, grain wheel
I sign for millions, would never get the same deal

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