Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics,
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

my dog died, I hog tied 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 tired of this I 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 as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
of a low rider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like Why is winter cold?
Why is it I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it
This isn't gob this is a in the salt
Those are your this is the salt, so get lost
Shit me is just like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
Grab the scissors and

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

on fire
That's how ya your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's your burnin' up everyone else's cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

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

I just a bullshit 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 over so

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

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

Turn him into plastic so for you to
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a 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'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9

So if I seem a mean to you
This savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't make a belemic
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 talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me these hos won't even dare

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

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

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