Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is 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 gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like through a straw
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit his dog

on fire
That's how ya your on a roll
'Cause you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
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 whole hip hop shop the
on fire, yeah, you're 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 Cook
That the crook just took so book

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I rather take this energy
And it in a can, come back and whip your ass with it again
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you 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 playin', pull 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 him 9 grand

So if I a little mean to you
ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a belemic
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I just of another one that might go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about hair

on fire
That's how ya your 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

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