Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got 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 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 get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so 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 dissin' me is just like off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

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

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

You're on
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, you're on

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

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your 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 this energy
And stash it in a can, come and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your it'll 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 man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the or get hit widda fine crayon

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

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

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

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

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 hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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