Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You know the one I notice about critics, man?
Is critics never ask me how my day
Well, I'mma '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 dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya better get to blowin in rider
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 biased to the

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

And cut out your livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like to us all
Got the gall to make piss in his draws
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

on fire
Ya need to stop drop and roll 'cause 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 mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke and David Cook
That the just took over so book

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

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

Turn him into so for you to think
you could stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a 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 homeless man holdin' a sign
Vietnam vet, I'm out my 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 ain't never the brew
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

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 rewrite those lines that you said about hair

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

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