Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
Why am I like 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
isn't gob this 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
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
Grab the and saws

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

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the just took over so book

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot 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
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

him into plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit fine crayon

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
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 ain't never the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

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

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on
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 hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, your on
on fire