Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to in flow rider
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
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
Shit me is just like 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 livers and balls
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make 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 like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

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

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

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could a fuckin' 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 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 leave him 9

So if I seem a mean to you
ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a puke
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, playin' 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 there
Nobody 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 might go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta those lines that you said about Michael's hair

on fire
That's how ya know your on a
'Cause when you hot it's 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 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