Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
Don't make him mad, 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
got no more wristband
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck your
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 he caught on fire
Every single I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, baby 'em
I'm tired of one, I two, threesome (yeah)
I need a
give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your up in these strong arms
Every eve I lean on
in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Wedding room in my home
Rockin' gas in my Japanese (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda
I think you lost, girl I think you lost but

Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you back on there
You made him mad, he put you back where you started
got no more 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 trick me I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

I got a ratchet hoe and I got that on me
My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes homie
Ay, I ain't got no nowhere
I got good like a cover girl
You can come and chill me
Let's drink a pint of

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
Breezy thugger girls with me
Enjoy the until you're gone
Pillsbury on strong
Wearing the seat belt 'cause my son
I put a corder on the 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 traded in or
I got twenty cars, baby pick one

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

on my boots
Mm, you kick 'em, let swoop
Mm, how dare you, I a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, foreign, ain't no skoom
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, a long way from Raymond news
Mm, Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin' girl, you
Got Molly in my Red
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we
Everything you do be fire you

Don't him mad, he'll 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 back on there
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You 'bout 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
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!