Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
Is never ask me how my day went
Well, tell '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 criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I blow, fire in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot as ghost rider
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
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, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit me is just like 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 livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss like through a straw
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the to make Chris piss in his draws
Ticklin' him go to his grave, him and visit his dog

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass
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 over so

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

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

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

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man 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 savage you ain't never seen the
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so many to
I just thought of another one might 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 know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone cold
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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