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

my dog died, I hog tied 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 could blow, in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter
Why is it when I talk, I'm so to the hoes?

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

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

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook took over so book

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you bitches like hot grease splashin' 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 ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

it I ain't 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 his ass and leave him 9 grand

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

Sayin' you sick, quit you prick don't nobody 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 these hos won't even dare

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

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