Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice critics, man?
Is critics never ask me how my day
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 criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the
Better hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya better get to in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no 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 this is a blister in the
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like pissin' off the of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

And cut out your gizzards and balls
Throw you in the of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss sizzurp through a straw
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

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

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

I just a bullshit hook 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 just took over so book

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

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

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

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

Sayin' you sick, quit you prick 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 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 that go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you about Michael's hair

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

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