Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics 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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you up try to spit a flow
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
Better hold on a little tighter I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just 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 gizzards and balls
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted 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 your burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you bitches like hot grease 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 ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

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

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

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

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you 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' me 'cause these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one might go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you rewrite those lines that you said about Michael's hair

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

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