Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I make my own
from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don't know what's at
I started out with nothing, just a dream and hope
I fiend for the riches like them fiend for the dope
I went freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she or swallows
I heard a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car drive
Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they 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 with the World in my hand
If I aint the
Don't you understand with this blunt in my
(I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke
And don't you 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 like
They say it's on the outside
So like a dentist I'm keep the mouth wide
on my days on the southside
I made many leak and I talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From slap box to making the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling till the tires
Not from Arizona but I I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll never get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy fetish, hoe dont you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its K-R-I-T 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 that big
If it aint on chrome than it me
And my colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit
backs as they cracking limber
If that's your bitch than she remember
I her wood, she holla timber
And the paint I play the sum or
Television of a player with an intention to be
Well I to mention?
Back again, one more time for the niggas
And the thorough bread won't f-ck with 'em
And hanged on cause I stuck 'em
I aint got time to hoe
Didn't have shit now I make than I can barely count
the thorough bread shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We live from the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything lames claim to be
Young