Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
Is never ask me how my day went
Well, tell '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 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
hold on a little tighter here I go

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

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

And cut out livers 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 gall to make Chris in his draws
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

You're on
Ya to stop drop and roll 'cause when 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 in between two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke and David Cook
That the crook took over so book

Run as fast as you can, writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches 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, back and whip your ass with it again
like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could stand a fuckin' chance is
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda 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
Kick over the can his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't savage you ain't seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a belemic
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

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

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

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

You're on
Ya need to drop 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