Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

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

Don't you understand this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke somethin;
And don't you understand with the in my hand
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 turns spinning on its
My dick be brushing women's lips chapstick
say it's cold on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the mouth
on my days on the southside
I made leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no housewives
From canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the 'Lac
To white neighbors I'm selling crack rock
Eyes so low they I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I'm playing for the
Cadillac Devilles rolling till the tires flat
Not from but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood wheel
I sign for millions, would 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 stay me
We can go get dough, then we mind if you show me dime
I you won't let go
I got an old school and that big
If it aint on than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder than the ice
Call me father Winter in the of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they limber
If that's bitch 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
Well I to mention?
Back again, one more time for the niggas
And the thorough bread that f-ck with 'em
And hanged on I stuck with 'em
I aint got to waste hoe
Didn't have shit now I more than I can barely count
Keep the thorough shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You chick ass a bounce
We still from the underground
nothing changed to me
I put it down the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Chris