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 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 from freeze tag to holding weed bags
To a clown of juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the bottle to the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she spits or
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
aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess 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 you understand with the World in my hand
If I the shit
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 World turns spinning on its
My dick be women's lips like chapstick
They say it's on the outside
So a dentist I'm tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the
I made leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating tuna, to shoe hills with puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From slap box to making the 'Lac drop
To white swear I'm selling crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I'm for the Ravens
Devilles still rolling till the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond
Sunroof tar, wood grain
I sign for millions, ya'll would never get the 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 K-R-I-T stay 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 chrome than it me
And my mouthpiece colder the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit
Breaking backs as they limber
If that's your than she can't remember
I her wood, she holla timber
And the I play the sum or attention
Television of a player with an intention to be
Well I hate to
Back again, one more for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that won't f-ck 'em
And on cause I stuck with 'em
I aint got time to hoe
Didn't have shit now I make than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread shaking what the Good Lord 'em
You chick ass been a
We still live the underground
Aint changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these claim to be
Young