Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

Look, I make my own
Learn my own mistakes
My enemies want beef but don't know what's at stake
I started out nothing, just a dream and some hope
I fiend for the riches like them crackheads for the dope
I from freeze tag to holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bag
I went from spin the bottle to the model
To 3 more seconds we find out if she spits or swallows
I heard it's a recession, while you hardly
The decision of my day is which car I'ma drive
Roll's Royce Phantom, the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold
This no 760, bitch this an Alpiner
Custom chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words, guess they don't English
No what language they speak they all know dinglish

Don't you with this blunt in my hand
(I'm fire) smoke smoke somethin;
And don't you understand the World in my hand
If I aint the
Don't you understand with this blunt in my
(I'm fire) smoke smoke sumthin;
And you understand with the World in my hand
If I aint the

Now as the World turns on its axis
My dick be women's lips like chapstick
They say it's on the outside
So like a I'm tryna keep the mouth wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I many leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna, to shoe with puma
From women "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing slap box to making the drop
To white swear I'm selling crack rock
Eyes so low they I'm Asian when I'm blazing
Cause that purples on my chest like I'm for the Ravens
Cadillac still rolling till the tires flat
Not from but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain
I sign for millions, ya'll never get the same deal

K.R.I.T:]
I got a candy coated fetish, hoe you forget it
But big big big let me wet it, its K-R-I-T stay besides me
We can go get this dough, then we if you show me dime
I promise you let go
I got an old and that bass big
If it aint on chrome it aint me
And my colder than the ice season
Call me father in the peak of summer I spit December
Breaking as they cracking limber
If that's bitch than she can't remember
I give her wood, she holla
And the paint I the sum or attention
Television of a player with an to be rich?
Well I to mention?
Back again, one more time for the buck
And the thorough that won't f-ck with 'em
And hanged on I stuck with 'em
I aint got time to hoe
Didn't have shit now I more than I can barely count
Keep the thorough bread shaking what the Good gave 'em
You ass been a bounce
We still live the underground
Aint nothing to me
I put it down from the south, and body everything these claim to be
Chris