Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one I notice about critics, man?
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, her in a bow
Said time you blow up try to spit a flow
You criticize 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 ghost
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider with no 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, is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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

You're on
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your 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 give the 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 Brooke Hogan and Cook
That the just 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 like hot 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 your ass 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 stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a man with 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'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't savage you ain't seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't make a puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

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

on fire
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your up everyone else's cold
on fire
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 whole hip hop shop the
on fire, yeah, your on fire
You're on