Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I about critics, man?
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, I'mma 'em

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

Flows tighter, hot 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 like this? Why is cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

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

You're on
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

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

I just a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David
That the crook just took 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 scatter like hot grease a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could stand a 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

Fuck it I playin', pull 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 seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen the
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a puke
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

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

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I just thought of one that might go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up else's cold
on fire
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