Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a
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
hold on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
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 livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it tasted like to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his
Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and his dog

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

I just wrote a bullshit in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the just 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 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 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 could stand a fuckin' chance is
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

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

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

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

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

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

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