Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side on him
make 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
Ain't got no wristband
(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 fire
Tryna my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two, (yeah)
I need a
give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
your head up in these strong arms
Every 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 my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they cost
I think you lost, girl I think you lost but

Don't make him mad, he'll put side bitch on him
Don't him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
He ain't got no more but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they on me
You can't trick me 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 like dominoes, I make mistakes lil' homie
Ay, I ain't got no scratches
I got skin like a cover girl
You can come and with me
Let's drink a pint of

Blessed she on search she a lil easy
Breezy thugger girls with me
Enjoy the until you're gone
Pillsbury doughboy on
Wearing the belt 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 like twenty cars, baby one

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 made him mad, he put you right back on
You made him mad, he put you right back you started
Ain't got no more 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 they on me
You can't me like I got the answers tatted on me
It got no scratches on me

on my boots
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches
Mm, how dare you, I kick a
Mm, my chains, I'm the Ruler
Mm, foreign, ain't no skoom
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a way from Raymond news
Mm, Porshes 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 like 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 back 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)
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!