Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I about critics, man?
Is never ask me how my day went
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 criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I this? 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 is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds 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 gizzards and balls
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the to make Chris 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 burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
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 the whole hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire

I just wrote a bullshit hook in two long ass verses
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 over 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 scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I would rather take energy
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 into plastic so for you to
you could stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a 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 holdin' a sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can his ass and leave him 9 grand

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

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you don't nobody care
why the fuck 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 many to
I just of another one that might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite lines that you said about Michael's hair

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

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