Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

Yesterday my dog died, I hog a ho, tied her in a bow
next time you blow up try to spit a flow
You criticize dog try a little mo'
I'm so tired of I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better hold on a tighter here I go

Flows tighter, hot headed as rider
Cold hearted as throwin' a spider in the snow
So ya get to blowin in flow rider
Inside of a low rider with no in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as as it gets
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is just pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the with it
the scissors and saws

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

You're on
Ya need to drop 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 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 took over so book

Run as fast as you can, stop and kill it
I'm lightning in a skillet, 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 stash it in a can, come back and your ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand it'll eat
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 nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit widda crayon

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

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the route
You couldn't make a belemic
On a piece of fuckin' and peanut boo

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

I'm punchlines 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 said about hair

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

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