Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to 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 fire up the lighter and the
Better hold on a tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I this? 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
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause you hot it's like 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 drop and roll 'cause when you say the shit
To the whole hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire

I wrote 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 Cook
the crook just took over so book

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

Yeah, I'm pissed but I rather take this energy
And it in a can, come back and whip your ass with 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 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 a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
over the can beat 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 couldn't make a belemic
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

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

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said 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 else's
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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