Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
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 a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
Why am I like Why is winter 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 this is a blister in the
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws it
the scissors and saws

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then describe how it tasted dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit 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
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

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, you're on fire

I just wrote a bullshit in between two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the 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 scatter like hot grease 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 your ass it again
Salivas like sulfuric in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
you could stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring 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 a sign sayin'
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 never seen the
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you don't nobody care
why the fuck am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't there
Nobody will 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 it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said Michael's hair

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

You're on
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, your on
on fire