Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
hearted as spiderman throwin' 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 this? Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
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 of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then how it tasted 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 on a roll
'Cause when you hot like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass
If you mistook the for a song,
This 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 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 your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring 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 homeless man holdin' a sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

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

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

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I just thought of one that might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines 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' on fire, homie

You're on
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
on fire