Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
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, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
dissin' me is just 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 your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted dessert 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
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me and shit

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook took over so book

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your 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 take this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit 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
Kick over the can 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 graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a belemic
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 to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I thought of another one that might go here
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 burnin' up everyone cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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