Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? 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, I'mma 'em

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, her in a bow
Said next 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 fire up the and the 'dro
Better on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
of a low rider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased 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 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 livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris in his draws
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took so book

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a 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 take energy
And stash it in a can, come back and your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

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

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so many to
I just of another one that might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you 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
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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