Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on
You made him mad, he put you right where you started
got no more wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck thot
ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a
Hop off a jet, hop off a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

Shot that boy so many times he caught on
Every single night I'm fire
Tryna count my profit, baby 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I need a
give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your up in these strong arms
single eve I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
Wedding in my Japanese home
gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas)
My signed my Japanese wall
clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you but

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on
You made him mad, he put you right back you started
Ain't got no wristbands but I got bands on me
He got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat names on me
You can't me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

I got a ratchet hoe and I got ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil'
Ay, I ain't got no nowhere
I got skin like a cover girl
You can and chill with me
drink a pint of codeine

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the until you're gone
doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just my son
I put a on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my
I some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got twenty cars, baby pick one

Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch on him
make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
He ain't got no more but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers on me
It got no scratches on me

on my boots
Mm, you kick 'em, let swoop
Mm, how you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, ain't no
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from news
Mm, 2017 zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got in my Red Bull
I'm with the dolls, and we cruel
you do be fire like you

Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You made him mad, he put you right back you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
your thot
Pussy ass
Hop off a jet, hop off a
Hop off a jet, hop off
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!