Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, is as soft as it gets
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just 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 gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the with jaws
So sip piss sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit his dog

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and Cook
That the crook just took so book

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I rather take this energy
And stash it in a can, back and whip your ass with it again
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And him color 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 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 you ain't never seen the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, playin' you prick don't nobody care
Then why the fuck am I 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 thought of one that might go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines you said about Michael's hair

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

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