Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
Is critics ask me how my day went
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 a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, 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 off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
the scissors and saws

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the to make Chris piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit his dog

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' 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 a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
the crook just took over so book

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter 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, back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

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

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' 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 little to you
ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

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

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

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