Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics 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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, 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 up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
of a low rider with no tires in the hole
Why am I this? Why is winter 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 gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp 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 your on a roll
when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone else's cold
Your on
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got pullin' me over and shit

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, 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 a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just over so book

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

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

him into plastic so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' chance is
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring 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 his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

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

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 hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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