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 at stake
I started out with nothing, a dream and some hope
I for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bag
I went from spin the 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 which car I'ma
Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it back
This no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome as deep as vagina
And women for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language they they all know dinglish

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

Now as the turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing lips like chapstick
They say it's cold on the
So like a dentist I'm keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the
I made many leak and I talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe with puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm when I'm blazing
Cause that on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling till the flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that back
Sunroof tar, wood grain
I sign for millions, would 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 that K-R-I-T besides me
We can go get dough, then we mind if you show me dime
I promise you let go
I got an old school and that big
If it on chrome than it aint me
And my colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit
Breaking backs as they cracking
If that's your bitch than she remember
I her wood, she holla 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 more time for the buck
And the thorough that won't f-ck with 'em
And hanged on cause I with 'em
I aint got time to hoe
have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the bread shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still live the underground
nothing changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body these lames claim to be
Young