Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, her in a bow
Said next you blow up try to spit 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 fire up the and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
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 I talk, I'm so biased to the hoes?

dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets
This gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just like pissin' off the of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
the scissors and saws

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

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

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

I just wrote a bullshit hook in two long ass verses
If you mistook the for a song,
This a song it's a warnin' to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the just took over so book

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

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

Turn him plastic so for you to think
That you stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a 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 a sign 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
ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew
You get graphic 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 even talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

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

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

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