Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You the one thing 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 time you blow up try to a flow
You wanna dog try a little mo'
I'm so of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the
So ya get to blowin in flow 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 biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
This isn't gob is a blister in the salt
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, beat you in the with it
Grab the and saws

And cut out your livers and balls
Throw you in the of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp a straw
Then describe how it 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 your on a roll
'Cause 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 when you say the
To give the whole hip hop shop the
on fire, yeah, you're on fire

I just wrote a bullshit hook in between two ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took 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 like hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I would rather this energy
And stash it in a can, come back and whip ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of 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 with a 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 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 little to you
This ain't savage you ain't seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

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

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

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