Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of 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

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

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

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss 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 your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like 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 the whole hip hop shop the blow
on fire, yeah, you're on fire

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

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your 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 take this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip 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
That you could a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the or get hit widda fine crayon

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

Sayin' you sick, 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 there
will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one that might go
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite 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 burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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