Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
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
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your livers gizzards and
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with
So sip piss like sizzurp through a
describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make piss in his draws
him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

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

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

I wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David
That the 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 scatter like hot splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

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

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could 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

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

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen the
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' corn and boo

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

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

on fire
That's how ya know on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your up everyone else's cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

You're on
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, your on
You're on