Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted 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 your burnin' up everyone else's
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

on fire
Ya to stop drop and roll 'cause when you say the shit
To the whole hip hop shop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, 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, 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 pissed but I would rather this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip your ass it again
Salivas like acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

him into 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

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
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 seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

you sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody care
Then why the am I yellin' at air
I ain't even to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' 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 go here
Naw, don't it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite lines that you said about Michael's hair

on fire
That's how ya know 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 firetrucks on fire, homie

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, on fire
You're on