Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one I notice about critics, man?
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

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

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in 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 as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like to us all
Got the gall to Chris piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit his dog

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances 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 hook in between two long ass
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just over so book

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

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine

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

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen the
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' 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 won't 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 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 when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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