Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

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

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

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, you're on

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 writin' and it
I'm lightning in a skillet, a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease 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 like sulfuric acid in your hand eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit fine crayon

it I ain't 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 seen the
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

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

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

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