Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

tighter, hot headed 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 like this? Why is cold?
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
dissin' me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws it
Grab the and saws

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

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

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

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

Run as as you can, stop writin' and kill it
I'm in a skillet, your 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 take this energy
And stash it in a can, back and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a man with a coloring book
And told him color the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

Fuck it I ain't playin', up in a van and hop out
At a homeless man holdin' a sign
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

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

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

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

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

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