Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You the one thing I notice about critics, man?
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 time you blow up try to spit a
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
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 with it
the scissors and saws

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make piss in his draws
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just over so book

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches like hot grease 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 sulfuric acid in your it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

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

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
Kick over the can his ass and leave him 9 grand

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

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody
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 these hos won't dare

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

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

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