Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
Why am I this? Why is winter 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 gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like pissin' off the of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then describe how it like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris 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 like your burnin' up everyone 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 shop the
on fire, yeah, you're on fire

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass
If you mistook the for a song,
ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the just took over so book

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

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

Fuck it I ain't playin', 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 beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, quit you prick don't nobody care
Then why the am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause nobody there
Nobody will test me 'cause these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one that might go
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 your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like burnin' up everyone else's cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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, your on
on fire