Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the and the 'dro
hold 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 flow
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter
Why is it when I talk, I'm so to the hoes?

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

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

on fire
That's how ya know your on a
'Cause when you hot it's like burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and it
I'm lightning in a skillet, a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches like 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 ass with 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 him color inside the lines 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'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't make a puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

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

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

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