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 crackheads for the dope
I went from freeze tag to some weed bags
To a clown of juggling my bean bag
I went from spin the bottle to kiss the
To 3 more seconds we gone out if she spits or swallows
I heard it's a recession, you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is car I'ma drive
Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the Ac'
Or the origami the way it fold back
aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess don't know English
No matter what language they speak they all 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 with this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke smoke
And don't you with the World in my hand
If I aint the

Now as the World turns spinning on its
My dick be brushing women's like chapstick
They say it's cold on the
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the wide
on my days on the southside
I made many and I aint talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From slap box to making the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling crack
Eyes so low they think I'm when I'm blazing
Cause that on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still till the tires flat
Not Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
tar, wood grain wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll would get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy fetish, hoe dont you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its K-R-I-T stay besides me
We can go get this dough, then we if you show 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 than the ice season
me father Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as cracking limber
If your 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 intention to be
I hate to mention?
Back again, one more time for the niggas
And the thorough bread that f-ck with 'em
And hanged on cause I with 'em
I aint got time to hoe
Didn't have shit now I make more than I can barely
Keep the thorough bread what the Good Lord gave 'em
You chick ass a bounce
We live from the underground
nothing changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything lames claim to be
Chris