Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Yeah, ya Critics man
Critics got nothin' nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice critics, man?
Is critics ask me how my day went
Well, tell 'em

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

tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
Cold hearted as spiderman a spider 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
isn't gob this is a blister in the salt
Those are your wounds is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissin' me is like pissin' off the wizard of oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws it
Grab the scissors and

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

You're on
how ya know your on a roll
'Cause when you hot it's like your burnin' up everyone cold
on fire
Man, I'm so fuckin' sick, I got ambulances me over and shit

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

I wrote a bullshit hook 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 just took over so

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

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

Turn him 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 color the lines or get hit widda fine crayon

Fuck it I playin', pull up in a van and hop out
At a man holdin' a sign sayin'
Vietnam vet, I'm out my mind, man
Kick over the can his ass and leave him 9 grand

So if I a little mean to you
This ain't savage you ain't never the brew
You get graphic we can go the scenic route
You couldn't make a puke
On a piece of corn and peanut boo

Sayin' you sick, quit playin' you prick 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' test me 'cause hos won't even dare

I'm wastin' but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that go here
Naw, don't waste it it, psycho, yeah
Plus you gotta 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
on fire
Man, I'm so hot my firetrucks on fire, homie

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
You're on