Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nothin' 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 a ho, tied her in a bow
next time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better on a little tighter here I go

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
Why am I this? Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

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

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

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause 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

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

I wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
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 and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a flash 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 energy
And stash it in a can, come and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him into so for you to think
you could stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the 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'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I a little mean to you
ain't 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

you sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody care
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 thought of another one that might go here
Naw, don't waste it it, psycho, yeah
Plus you rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair

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

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