Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You the one thing I notice about critics, man?
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, her in a bow
next time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, 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 rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, is off, this is as soft 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 just like pissin' off the of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then how it tasted 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 it's like burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

on fire
Ya need to stop and roll 'cause when you say the shit
To give the whole hip hop shop the
You're on fire, yeah, 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 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 would rather take this
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

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

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen the
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

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

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

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