Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
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 time you up try to spit a flow
You criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
hold on a little tighter here I go

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

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it
This isn't gob is a blister 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 lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws it
the scissors and saws

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

on fire
That's how ya know your on a
when you hot it's like your 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 need to stop drop and roll 'cause when you say the
To give the whole hip hop shop the
You're on fire, yeah, you're on

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took so book

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

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

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could stand a fuckin' chance is
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring book
And him color inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

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

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 make a puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one that might go
Naw, waste 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 your burnin' up everyone cold
You're on
Man, I'm so hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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