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, a dream and some hope
I for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of juggling my bean bag
I went from the bottle to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or
I it's a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is car I'ma drive
Roll's Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it back
This aint no 760, bitch this an
kicks chrome lips 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 smoke
And don't you understand with the World in my
If I the shit
Don't you with this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke sumthin;
And don't you understand with the in my hand
If I the shit

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

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe 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 if you show me dime
I promise you let go
I got an old school and bass big
If it aint on than it aint me
And my colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the of summer I spit December
backs as they cracking limber
If that's your bitch she can't remember
I her wood, she holla timber
And the paint I play the sum or
Television of a player an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to
Back again, one time for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that won't with 'em
And hanged on cause I stuck '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 Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We live from the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Chris