Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never 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 next time you up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, is off, this is as soft as it gets
This gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make piss in his draws
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
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

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

I just a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
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 and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease 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 whip your ass with it
Salivas like acid in your hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him into 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 him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

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 route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, playin' you prick don't nobody care
why the fuck am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 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 thought of one that might go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite lines that you said about Michael's hair

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

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