Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics never got nothin' 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 tied a ho, 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 could blow, in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
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, this is as as it gets
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
the scissors and saws

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

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in 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 scatter hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a 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 beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a 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 ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't even

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
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 like your burnin' up everyone else's
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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