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 critics never ask me how my day
Well, tell '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 wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little tighter I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya get to blowin 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, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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 to make Chris piss 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 when you hot it's like your 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 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 the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just 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 bitches scatter like hot grease 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 your ass with it
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat
Anything metal the ass of 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 fine

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

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen the
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't make a puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

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

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