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 tied a ho, her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to a flow
You criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

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

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

And cut out your livers gizzards and
you in the middle of the ocean 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 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
'Cause when you hot it's like your 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 stop drop and roll 'cause you say the shit
To give the hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire

I just wrote a bullshit in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke and David Cook
That the just took over so book

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' 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 this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass it again
Salivas sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

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

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of corn 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
will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't even dare

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

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

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