Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
You made him mad, he put you right on there
You made him mad, he put you right where you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard shaggin' my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck 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 night I'm spittin' fire
Tryna count my profit, baby 'em
I'm of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I a threesome
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 drawers (rockin' gas)
My friends my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda
I think you lost, baby girl I think you but

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 made him mad, he put you right back 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 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 life dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie
Ay, I got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a girl
You can come and with me
Let's drink a pint of

Blessed when she on she a lil easy
beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the until you're gone
doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt 'cause my son
I put a corder on the of my son
I got back, I got some red in my tummy
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, he'll put side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put 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 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 tat they 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 'em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, that's foreign, no skoom
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 the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire you

Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch 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 where you started
Ain't got no more
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout my figures, ey
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck 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!