Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied 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 could blow, fire in the
I'm fired up so up the lighter and the 'dro
Better on a little tighter here I go

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

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

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

on fire
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 just wrote a bullshit hook in between two long ass
If you mistook the for a song,
This ain't a song it's a to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took 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 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 and whip your ass with it again
Salivas like acid in your hand it'll eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him into 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 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 seem a mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get we can go the scenic route
You couldn't a belemic puke
On a of fuckin' corn and peanut boo

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

I'm wastin' punchlines but I got so to spare
I just thought of another one might go here
Naw, waste it save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta those lines that you said about 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 motherfuckin' firetrucks on fire,

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