Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a
You criticize 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 on a little tighter here I go

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider in the snow
So ya better get to blowin in rider
of a low rider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like 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 gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
the scissors and saws

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

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

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

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 bitches scatter hot grease splashin' a fan
Mr is the man

Yeah, I'm pissed but I would rather take this
And it in a can, come back and whip 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
That you could stand a fuckin' chance is
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda crayon

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

So if I seem a little to you
This savage you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You make a belemic puke
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you don't nobody care
Then why the am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' me 'cause 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 waste it save it, psycho,
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about hair

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

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