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

my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
Said next time you blow up try to spit a
You wanna criticize dog try a mo'
I'm so tired of this I could blow, in the hole
I'm fired up so 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 better get to blowin in flow
Inside of a low rider no tires in the hole
Why am I this? Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk, I'm so biased to the

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

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

You're on
That's how ya your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your 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 drop and roll 'cause you say the shit
To give the whole hip hop the blow
You're on fire, yeah, on fire

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

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 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 whip your ass it again
Salivas like sulfuric in your hand it'll eat through
Anything metal the ass of man

Turn him into so for you to think
That you could stand a chance is assanine
Yeah, ask the nine man, hit a blind man a coloring 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 man holdin' a sign sayin'
vet, I'm out my fuckin' mind, man
Kick over the can his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't you ain't never seen the brew
You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic
You couldn't a belemic puke
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 talkin' to no one 'cause ain't nobody there
Nobody will fuckin' me 'cause these hos won't even dare

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

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

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