Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

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

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

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

I just a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David
That the just took over so book

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

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

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

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 his ass and leave him 9 grand

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

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you don't nobody care
Then why the fuck am I at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause 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 of another one that might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta those lines that you said about Michael's hair

You're on
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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