Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put side 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 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 a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

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

make him mad, he'll 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 made him mad, he put you right where you started
got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
He ain't got no wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they on me
You can't trick me like I got the tatted on me
It got no scratches 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 scratches
I got good skin like a cover
You can come and chill me
drink a pint of codeine

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful girls with me
the wealth until you're gone
Pillsbury doughboy on
Wearing the belt just 'cause my son
I put a corder on the of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got like cars, baby pick one

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 back on
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
He ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat names on me
You can't trick me like I got the tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

on my boots
Mm, you 'em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the
Mm, that's foreign, 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 Molly in my Red
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we
Everything you do be fire you

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put 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
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout 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!