Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

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

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow
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 cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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

You're on
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 fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me and shit

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm but I would rather take this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and 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
you could stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a coloring
And told him inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

it I ain't 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 beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I seem a little to you
ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a piece of corn 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 nobody there
Nobody fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't even dare

I'm punchlines but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said Michael's hair

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

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