Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
next time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
Why am I like this? Why is cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, Christmas is off, is as soft as it gets
This gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it tasted like to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

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

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a flash in a pan
I pop up you scatter 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, 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 into so for you to think
That you stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

it I ain't playin', pull 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 beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I seem a little 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' corn and boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so many to
I just thought of another one might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
you gotta 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 like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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