Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, 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 little here I go

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

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

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

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

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

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 crook just took so book

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

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

him into plastic so for you to think
That you could 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

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

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

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so many to
I just thought of one that might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines you said about Michael's hair

on fire
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot like your burnin' up everyone else's 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 give the whole hip hop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire
You're on