Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, her in a bow
next time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the
hold on a little tighter here I go

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

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

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss 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, him and visit his dog

You're on
That's how ya know 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 ambulances pullin' me over and

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took so book

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill 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 but I would rather take this energy
And stash it in a can, back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
you could 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 fine crayon

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
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 route
You couldn't a belemic 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 even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will test me 'cause these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I just of another one that might go here
Naw, don't waste it 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 burnin' up else's cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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