Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I my own decisions
from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don't know what's at
I out with nothing, just a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding some weed
To a of hoes juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we find out if she spits or swallows
I it's a recession, while you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I'ma
Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, this an Alpiner
Custom chrome lips as deep as vagina
And lost for words, guess they don't know English
No what language 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 the World in my hand
If I aint the
Don't you understand with blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke
And you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the

Now as the World turns on its axis
My dick be brushing lips like chapstick
say it's cold on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the mouth
Reminiscing on my days on the
I made many leak and I talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating tuna, to shoe hills with puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the 'Lac
To white neighbors swear I'm selling crack
Eyes so low they I'm Asian when I'm blazing
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 want diamond back
tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, would never get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a coated fetish, hoe dont you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T stay me
We can go get this dough, then we mind if you show me
I you won't let go
I got an old and that bass big
If it aint on than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder the ice season
me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking
If that's your bitch than she can't
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 to mention?
Back again, one time for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that won't 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 bread what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still live the underground
Aint changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these claim to be
Young