Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You the one thing I notice about critics, man?
Is critics 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 time you up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little tighter I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so 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
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
the scissors 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 sizzurp a straw
Then describe how it tasted like to us all
Got the to make 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
when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and 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 rather take this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your 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 man, hit a blind 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 man holdin' 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 a little mean to you
This ain't savage you never seen the brew
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so many to
I just thought of another one that go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite 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 your burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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