Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied 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 I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

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

Listen dog, is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
the scissors 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 like dessert to us all
Got the gall to Chris piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, 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 ambulances pullin' me over and

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot 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 with it
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your 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 man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine

Fuck it I ain't playin', up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man a sign sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I seem a mean to you
ain't savage 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 corn and peanut boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so many to
I just thought of another one that might go
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta those 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 your burnin' up everyone else's
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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, on fire
on fire