Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You the one thing I notice about critics, man?
Is critics never ask me how my day
Well, tell 'em

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

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

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

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' 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, come and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand eat through
metal the ass of iron man

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

Fuck it I ain't playin', up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man 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 a little mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never the brew
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

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

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

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