Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I my own decisions
from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but know what's at stake
I started out nothing, just a dream and some hope
I for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes 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 heard it's a recession, you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car I'ma
Roll's Royce Phantom, the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold
This aint no 760, bitch this an
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 with blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke
And don't you with the World in my hand
If I aint the
Don't you understand with 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 on its axis
My be brushing women's lips like chapstick
They say it's on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin' no housewives
From eating tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From slap box to making the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I'm playing for the
Cadillac still rolling till the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want diamond back
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 this dough, then we mind if you show me
I promise you let go
I got an old school and bass big
If it aint on chrome it aint me
And my mouthpiece than the ice season
me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking as they cracking limber
If that's bitch 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 intention to be
I hate to mention?
Back again, one time for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread won't f-ck with 'em
And hanged on I stuck with 'em
I aint got time to hoe
have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still from the underground
Aint changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these claim to be
Chris