Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I make my own
Learn my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don't what's at stake
I started out with nothing, just a dream and some
I fiend for the like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding some bags
To a clown of hoes my bean bag
I went from spin the to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we find out if she spits or swallows
I heard it's a recession, you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day is which car drive
Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, this an Alpiner
kicks chrome lips as deep as vagina
And lost for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language they they all know dinglish

Don't you understand with this in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke somethin;
And don't you understand with the in my hand
If I the shit
Don't you understand with this in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke sumthin;
And don't you understand with the World in my
If I the shit

Now as the World spinning on its axis
My be brushing women's lips like chapstick
They say it's cold on the
So like a dentist I'm keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the
I made many leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no
eating canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing box to making the 'Lac drop
To neighbors swear I'm selling crack rock
Eyes so low they I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest I'm playing for the Ravens
Devilles still rolling till the tires flat
Not Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood wheel
I sign for millions, ya'll would get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy fetish, hoe dont you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its that K-R-I-T besides me
We can go get this dough, then we mind if you me dime
I you won't let go
I got an old and that bass big
If it aint on than it aint me
And my mouthpiece than the ice season
Call me Winter in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking as they cracking limber
If that's your bitch than she remember
I give her wood, she timber
And the paint I the sum or attention
Television of a player with an intention to be
Well I hate to
Back again, one time for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that won't f-ck 'em
And hanged on I stuck with 'em
I got time to waste hoe
Didn't have shit now I make more than I can barely
Keep the thorough shaking what the Good Lord gave 'em
You chick ass been a
We still live the underground
Aint changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything lames claim to be
Young