Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nothin' to say, man
You know the one thing I about critics, man?
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 blow up try to a flow
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little 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 rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is 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
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat 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 blizzard jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his
Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and his dog

on fire
That's how ya know your on a
'Cause you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

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, 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 and David Cook
the crook just took over so book

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, a fuckin' 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, come and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like acid in your hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And him color 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 holdin' a sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never 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 prick nobody care
Then why the fuck am I at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't even

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one might go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
you gotta rewrite those 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 else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

on fire
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
You're on