Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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 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 '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 a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I'm spittin'
Tryna my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I a threesome
Just me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in these strong
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 friends signed my wall
Vintage clothes, kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I you lost but

Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side 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 got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan tat they names on me
You can't trick me I got the answers tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

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

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls me
the wealth until you're gone
Pillsbury on strong
Wearing the seat just 'cause my son
I put a on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got red in my tummy
I want some on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't traded in or
I got twenty cars, baby pick one

make him mad, he'll put that side 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 him mad, he put you right back where you started
got no more 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 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 kick 'em, let bitches
Mm, how dare you, I a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the
Mm, foreign, ain't no skoom
We killin', ain't sue you
Mm, head a long way Raymond news
Mm, 2017 zoom, mm
I see you girl, you full
Got in my Red Bull
I'm with the dolls, and we cruel
Everything you do be like you

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