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 never ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a
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 lighter and the
Better hold on a little tighter I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
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 winter
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is 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
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp 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, him and visit his dog

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David
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 grease a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm but I would rather 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
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a coloring
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 a sign sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick the can beat his ass and leave 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 couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

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

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

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