Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I my own decisions
Learn my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don't know at stake
I started out with nothing, a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went freeze tag to holding 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 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 drive
Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, this an Alpiner
Custom kicks chrome lips as deep as
And lost for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language they speak all know dinglish

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

Now as the World turns spinning on its
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 with puma
From saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the drop
To white swear I'm selling crack rock
so low they think I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling till the flat
Not from Arizona but I I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, grain 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 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 and that bass big
If it aint on than it aint me
And my colder than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the peak of I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking
If that's bitch 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
again, one more time for the buck niggas
And the bread that won't f-ck with 'em
And on cause I stuck with 'em
I got time to waste hoe
have shit now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the bread shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still live the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything lames claim to be
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