Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I make my own
from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but don't what's at stake
I started out with nothing, just a dream and hope
I for the riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to holding weed bags
To a of hoes juggling my bean bag
I went from the bottle to kiss the model
To 3 more seconds we gone find out if she or swallows
I heard it's a recession, while you hardly
The hardest decision of my day is car I'ma drive
Roll's Royce Phantom, maybe the Ac'
Or the Ferrari the way it fold back
This aint no 760, bitch an Alpiner
Custom chrome lips as deep as vagina
And lost for words, guess they don't know English
No matter what language speak they all know dinglish

Don't you understand with this in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke somethin;
And you understand with the World in my hand
If I the shit
you understand with this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke sumthin;
And don't you understand with the in my hand
If I aint the

Now as the World turns spinning on its
My be brushing women's lips like chapstick
say it's cold on the outside
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the mouth
on my days on the southside
I made many and I aint talkin' 'bout no housewives
From canned tuna, to shoe hills with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing box to making the 'Lac drop
To white neighbors swear I'm selling rock
Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm
Cause that purples on my like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still till the tires flat
Not from Arizona but I swear I want diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood wheel
I for millions, ya'll would never get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its that stay besides me
We can go get this dough, we mind if you show me dime
I promise you let go
I got an old and that bass big
If it on chrome than it aint me
And my mouthpiece than the ice season
Call me father Winter in the of summer I spit December
Breaking backs as they cracking
If your bitch than she can't remember
I give her wood, she holla
And the I play the sum or attention
of a player with an intention to be rich?
Well I hate to
Back again, one more for the buck niggas
And the thorough bread that won't with 'em
And hanged on cause I stuck 'em
I aint got to waste hoe
Didn't have now I make more than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread shaking the Good Lord gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still from the underground
nothing changed to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these claim to be
Young