Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice 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 next you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a tighter here I go

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

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

And cut out your livers and balls
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like through 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, skip him and his dog

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

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

I just 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 Brooke and David Cook
That the crook took over 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 like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I would rather take energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass 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 stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color 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'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't seen the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

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

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

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

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