Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you up try to spit a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, 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 as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
isn't 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, you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

And cut out your gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
Then describe how it like dessert to us all
Got the gall to Chris piss in his draws
him go to his grave, skip 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 pullin' me over and

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

I just wrote a hook in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
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, writin' and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease 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 with it
Salivas like sulfuric in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

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

Fuck it I ain't playin', up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldn't make a belemic
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 even talkin' to no one 'cause 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 said about Michael's

on fire
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like 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 when you say the
To give the whole hip hop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, your on
on fire