Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
Is never ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
Shit dissin' me is just like pissin' off the of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws it
the scissors and saws

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the gall to Chris piss in his draws
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

You're on
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's your burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

on fire
Ya need to stop drop and 'cause when you say the shit
To give the whole hip hop the blow
on fire, yeah, you're on fire

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the just took over so book

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I would rather take energy
And it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

him into plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the or get hit widda fine crayon

Fuck it I ain't playin', up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man a sign sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't savage you never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, playin' you prick don't nobody care
Then why the fuck am I at air
I ain't even to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said Michael's hair

on fire
That's how ya know your on a
'Cause when you hot it's your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

You're on
Ya need to stop drop and roll 'cause you say the shit
To give the hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire
on fire