Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got 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

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

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

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

And cut out your livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss 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

on fire
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 and shit

You're on
Ya need to 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 ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over so

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 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 whip your ass it again
Salivas like 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' is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit 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 him 9 grand

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

you sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody care
Then why the 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 won't even

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

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

You're on
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