Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

And cut out your livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his
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 it's like your burnin' up else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm pissed but I would take this energy
And it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas 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' chance is
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit fine crayon

Fuck it I ain't playin', up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a little 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 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 talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

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

You're on
That's how ya your 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 motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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