Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a 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 gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then describe how it like dessert to us all
Got the gall to Chris piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, skip him and his dog

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

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

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

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 scatter like hot grease 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 whip ass with it again
Salivas like acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a man with 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 holdin' a sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't make a puke
On a piece of 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 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 that go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you about Michael's hair

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