Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics never got nothin' to say, man
You the one thing I notice about critics, man?
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, 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 this I could blow, fire in the
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low with no tires in the hole
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

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

And cut out your livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss like 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, 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 cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

You're on
Ya need to stop drop and roll 'cause 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 hook in between two ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
the crook just took 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 but I would rather take this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip ass with it again
Salivas sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you stand 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

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

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

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

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

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