Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
Don't 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 wristband
(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 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 night I'm spittin'
count my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I two, threesome (yeah)
I a threesome
give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these arms
Every single eve I on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
Wedding in my Japanese home
Rockin' gas in my Japanese (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my wall
Vintage clothes, they cost
I think you lost, baby I think you lost but

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

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

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

make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't 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 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 trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain't got no on me

Bird on my
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, head a long way from news
Mm, Porshes 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 make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no wristbands
(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!