Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice critics, man?
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 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 and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as 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 tires in the
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, is as soft as it gets
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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

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

on fire
Ya need to drop and roll 'cause when you say the shit
To the whole hip hop shop the blow
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 over so book

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

Yeah, I'm pissed but I rather take this energy
And stash it in a can, come and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric in your hand 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 with a book
And told him color the lines or get hit widda 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 leave him 9

So if I seem a little to you
This ain't savage you ain't never seen the
You get graphic we can go the scenic 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
Then why the am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I thought of another one that might go here
Naw, don't waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said Michael's hair

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

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