Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said time you blow up try to spit a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the 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 rider no tires in the hole
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, this is as as it gets
This gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

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

on fire
That's how ya know your on a
'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 roll when you say the shit
To give the hip hop shop the blow
on fire, yeah, you're on fire

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 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 hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

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

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick the can beat 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 puke
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 even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I just of another one that might go here
Naw, don't 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 when you hot it's like your burnin' up else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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, your on fire
You're on