Luyện nghe bài hát On Fire

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 on there
You him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more
(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 a
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, on!

Shot that boy so many he caught on fire
Every single I'm spittin' fire
count my profit, baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I two, threesome (yeah)
I need a
Just me a threesome
Three, three, three, three,
Push your head up in strong arms
Every single eve I on
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm raw
room in my Japanese home
Rockin' gas in my drawers (rockin' gas)
My friends my Japanese wall
clothes, they kinda cost
I you lost, baby girl I think you lost but

Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
Don't make him mad, he'll put that bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on
You made him mad, he put you back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got on me
He ain't got no wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat names on me
You can't 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 like dominoes, I can't mistakes lil' homie
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 thugger with me
Enjoy the wealth until gone
Pillsbury on strong
the seat 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 velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the itch, still I ain't in or nothin'
I got like twenty cars, pick one

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 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 wristbands but I got bands 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, foreign, ain't no skoom
We killin', tryna sue you
Mm, head a long way from Raymond
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 like you

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