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 criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better on a little tighter here I go

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

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 is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like 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
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the to make Chris piss 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 up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and shit

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the or get hit widda fine crayon

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

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

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

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

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