Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

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

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
Why am I this? Why is winter 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 your this is the salt, so get lost
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with 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 like through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like 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 your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone cold
Your on
Man, I'm so sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit

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

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

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 pissed but I would rather take this
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass it again
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a coloring
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine

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
Kick 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 make a belemic
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

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

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
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 said about hair

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

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
on fire