Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the
Better hold on a little tighter I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
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 soft as it
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the gall to Chris 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 like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

You're on
Ya need to drop and roll 'cause when you say the shit
To give the hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, 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 a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
the crook just took over so book

Run as fast as you can, 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 would rather this energy
And stash it in a can, come and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat
Anything 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 inside the lines 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'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I seem a little to you
ain't savage 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 fuckin' corn and 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 these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one that go here
Naw, don't waste it 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
when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' 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