Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I make my own
Learn my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don't know at stake
I started out nothing, just a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the
I went from freeze tag to some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bag
I went from spin the to kiss the model
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 car I'ma drive
Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold
aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don't know
No matter what language speak they all know dinglish

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

Now as the World turns spinning on its
My be brushing women's lips like chapstick
They say it's on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint 'bout no housewives
eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling crack
Eyes so low they think I'm when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain
I sign for millions, ya'll never 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 stay besides me
We can go get dough, then we mind if you show me dime
I you won't let go
I got an old school and bass big
If it aint on than it aint me
And my mouthpiece colder the ice season
Call me father in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they limber
If that's your than she can't remember
I give her wood, she timber
And the paint I the sum or attention
of a player with an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to
Back again, one more for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that won't with 'em
And hanged on cause I with 'em
I aint got to waste hoe
have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread shaking 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 lames to be
Chris