Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On Fire

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

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

Now as the turns spinning on its axis
My dick be brushing lips like chapstick
They say it's cold on the
So like a dentist I'm tryna keep the wide
Reminiscing on my on the southside
I made many leak and I aint talkin' 'bout no
From eating canned tuna, to hills with puma
women saying "hey chris" to "GODDAMN LUDA!"
From playing box to making the 'Lac drop
To neighbors swear I'm selling crack rock
Eyes so low they think I'm when I'm blazing
Cause purples on my chest like I'm playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Devilles still rolling till the flat
Not Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back
Sunroof tar, wood grain
I sign for millions, ya'll would get the same deal

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