Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You the one thing I notice about critics, man?
Is never 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 tired of this I 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
hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter
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 blister in the
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it tasted like to us all
Got the gall to make piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and his dog

You're on
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 fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

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

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

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 stash it in a can, come and whip your ass with it again
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

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

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

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one that go here
Naw, don't waste it it, psycho, yeah
Plus you rewrite those lines that 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 everyone else's
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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