Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nothin' to say, man
You the one thing 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 wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the
Better hold on a tighter 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 tires in the
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

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

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the 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 gall to make Chris piss in his
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

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

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

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring 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 homeless man holdin' a sign
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

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

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

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

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

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, your on
on fire