Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch on him
make 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)
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!

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

Don't make him mad, put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right where you started
Ain't got no 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 will tat they names on me
You trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

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

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls me
Enjoy the wealth until gone
doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat 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 traded in or
I got like twenty cars, baby one

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

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

make him mad, he'll put that side bitch 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 back where you started
got no more wristbands
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You heard 'bout 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!