Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I my own decisions
Learn my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but know what's at stake
I started out with nothing, a dream and some hope
I fiend for the 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 spin the bottle to kiss the
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or
I heard a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest of my day is which car I'ma drive
Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, this an Alpiner
Custom kicks lips as deep as vagina
And lost for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language they speak all know dinglish

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

Now as the World turns spinning on its
My dick be brushing lips like chapstick
They say it's on the outside
So like a I'm tryna keep the mouth wide
on my days on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no
From eating canned tuna, to shoe with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian I'm blazing
Cause purples on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still till the tires flat
Not Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll would never get the 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 you won't let go
I got an old school and bass big
If it aint on chrome than it me
And my mouthpiece colder the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking
If that's your bitch than she can't
I give her wood, she holla
And the paint I play the sum or
Television of a player with an to be rich?
Well I to mention?
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 shit now I make more than I can barely
Keep the bread shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We live from the underground
Aint changed to me
I put it down the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Chris