Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

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

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

Now as the World turns on its axis
My dick be brushing women's lips like
say it's cold on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the wide
on my days on the southside
I made many leak and I talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the 'Lac
To white neighbors swear I'm crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm
Cause that purples on my chest like I'm for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still till the tires flat
Not Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain
I sign for millions, ya'll would 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 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 than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit
Breaking backs as they cracking
If that's your than she can't remember
I give her wood, she timber
And the paint I play the sum or
Television of a player with an to be rich?
Well I hate to
Back again, one more for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that f-ck with 'em
And hanged on cause I with 'em
I got time to waste hoe
Didn't have shit now I make than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread shaking what the Lord gave 'em
You chick ass a bounce
We still live from the
Aint nothing to me
I put it from the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Chris