Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

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

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

Now as the turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing lips like chapstick
They say cold on the outside
So like a dentist I'm keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no
From eating tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the 'Lac
To white neighbors swear I'm crack rock
so low they think I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles rolling till the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond
Sunroof tar, grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll would get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe dont you 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 aint on chrome it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder the ice season
Call me father Winter in the of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking
If that's bitch than she can't remember
I her wood, she holla timber
And the paint I the sum or attention
Television of a player with an to be rich?
Well I hate to
Back again, one more for the buck niggas
And the thorough that won't 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 the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still live the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down from the south, and everything these lames claim to be
Chris