Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, her in a bow
Said time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the
Better 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 flow
Inside of a low rider with no 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, is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are wounds 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
Grab the scissors and

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke 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 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 this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass it again
Salivas sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' chance is
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him inside 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 the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

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

you sick, quit 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 will fuckin' me 'cause these hos won't even dare

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

on fire
That's how ya your on a roll
when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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