Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I about critics, man?
Is critics never ask me how my day
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 criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the
Better on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is 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 gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like through a straw
describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit his dog

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

You're on
Ya to stop drop and roll '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 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 just over so book

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' 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 take this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip ass with it again
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll 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 blind man 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 man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
over the can beat his ass and leave 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 of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

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

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