Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

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

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the to make Chris piss in his draws
him go to his grave, skip 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
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

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

I wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to 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 hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm but I would rather take 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
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could a fuckin' chance is assanine
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 man holdin' a sign sayin'
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 savage you never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

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

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

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