Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics never got nice to say, man
You know the one I notice about critics, man?
Is critics never ask me how my day
Well, I'mma '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 criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, in the hole
I'm up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a little here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a in the snow
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no tires in the
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 isn't gob this is a blister in the
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the and saws

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

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

I wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass verses
If you the for a song, look
This ain't a song it's a to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took so book

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

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

him into plastic so for you to think
That you could a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the man, hit a blind man with a coloring book
And told him inside the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

it I ain't playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I seem a mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldn't make a belemic
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you prick don't nobody
why the fuck am I yellin' at air
I ain't even talkin' to no one ain't nobody there
Nobody fuckin' test me 'cause these hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I just of another one that might go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you about Michael's hair

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

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