Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics never got 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 next time you up try to spit a flow
You wanna 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 hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no 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 soft as it
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your livers gizzards and
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 make piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and his dog

You're on
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 sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit

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

I just wrote a bullshit in between two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just 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 scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm but I would rather take this energy
And it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

him into plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a man with a coloring book
And him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

it I ain't 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 him 9 grand

So if I a little mean to you
ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the 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 am I yellin' at air
I ain't even to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't dare

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one might go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta those lines that you said about Michael's hair

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

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