Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice 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
Said next time you 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 up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little tighter I go

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
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 soft as it
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

And cut out your livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard 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

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 fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

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

I just wrote a bullshit in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Hogan and David 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 flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could stand a 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 crayon

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

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't 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 playin' you prick don't 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 'cause hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one 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 your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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