Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

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

Listen dog, is off, this is as soft as it gets
This gob this is a blister in the salt
are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like pissin' off the of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and

And cut out your livers gizzards and
you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
Then how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris 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 your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me over and

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

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

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and it
I'm in a skillet, your a fuckin' flash in a pan
I pop up you scatter like 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 it again
Salivas like acid in your hand it'll eat through
metal the ass of iron man

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could stand a fuckin' is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the 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'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and him 9 grand

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

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

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

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

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