Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya know? man
never 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

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

Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
Cold as spiderman 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 like Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so to the hoes?

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

And cut out livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the with jaws
So sip like sizzurp through a straw
describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to Chris 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 fuckin' sick, I got ambulances pullin' me and shit

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

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 warnin' to Brooke and David Cook
That the crook just took over so

Run as fast as you can, stop writin' and it
I'm lightning in a skillet, your a fuckin' in a pan
I pop up you bitches like 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 whip ass with it again
Salivas like sulfuric acid in your hand eat through
Anything the ass of iron man

Turn him into so for you to think
you could stand a fuckin' chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man with a book
And told him color inside the lines or get hit fine crayon

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

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

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

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

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 hot my motherfuckin' on fire, homie

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