Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

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

Don't you understand this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke
And don't you understand with the in my hand
If I the shit
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 on its axis
My dick be brushing lips like chapstick
They say it's cold on the
So like a dentist I'm tryna the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint 'bout no housewives
From canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the drop
To white neighbors swear I'm crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm
that purples on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still till the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I that diamond back
tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll never get the same 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 mind if you me dime
I you won't let go
I got an old school and that big
If it on chrome than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder than the ice
Call me Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
backs as they cracking limber
If that's your than she can't remember
I give her wood, she timber
And the I play the sum or attention
Television of a player with an intention to be
I hate to mention?
Back again, one time for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that f-ck with 'em
And on cause I stuck with 'em
I aint got to waste hoe
Didn't have shit now I make more than I can count
Keep the thorough shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been 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
Chris