Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I make my own
Learn from my own
My enemies they 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 crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from 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 we gone find out if she spits or swallows
I heard it's a recession, you hardly survive
The decision of my day is which car I'ma drive
Roll's Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold
aint no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome as deep as vagina
And lost for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language they speak they all know

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

Now as the turns spinning on its axis
My be brushing women's lips like chapstick
They say cold on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe hills puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling crack
Eyes so low think I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause purples on my chest like 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 wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll would never get the same

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 this dough, then we if you show me dime
I you won't let go
I got an old school and bass big
If it on chrome than it aint me
And my colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of summer I December
Breaking backs as cracking limber
If that's bitch than she can't remember
I give her wood, she holla
And the I play the sum or attention
Television of a player an intention to be rich?
Well I to mention?
Back again, one more time for the buck
And the thorough bread that won't with 'em
And hanged on cause I with 'em
I aint got to waste hoe
Didn't have shit now I make than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread what the Good Lord gave 'em
You chick ass a bounce
We still from the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down the south, and body everything these lames claim to be
Young