Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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

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

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

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

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you bitches 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 whip ass with it again
Salivas sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda crayon

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

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

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one might go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair

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

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