Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice critics, man?
Is never 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 criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little tighter I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold as spiderman throwin' 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 this? Why is winter cold?
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 in the salt
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

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

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

You're on
Ya need to stop drop and roll 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 ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke and David Cook
the crook just took 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 like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

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

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man a sign sayin'
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 seen the
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 nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

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

You're on
That's how ya your on a roll
'Cause 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 and roll 'cause when you say the shit
To give the whole hip hop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire
on fire